Can’t let the street shit change a n***a, devil tryna break a n***a, all the sukkas gettin popped as far as I can see, my drank mixed wit sleeping meds I’m goin right to sleep, hit man .com somebody hire me , shit my mindset on killin all the ops, swing roll pull an runs I got all the drops, pull a nutty on moms crib my youngins slimey, free my crips sittin down they jus like me, headshot like brodie face removed it, fukk wit n***as over there an that’s the way we shootin, the politics ain’t how they used to be, brodie ain’t active usually he be usin gleeks, some n***as fold when the time come, if you ain’t rokkin wit a pole you better buy one, we crakk fo’s crakk jokes when sukkas go, most the sukkas gone, prolly domes shi ion kno, all I kno is they ain’t outside, say you slid but never slither thru the south side, poured a cup of lines every time i heard a sukka died, barrel to his temple squeeze the trigger til he close his eyes