[Intro]
Kungg Fuu in this motherfucker, man
Word up, man
Then you get flat-lined, n***a
Talkin' shit and shit, n***a
Yeah
Yo
Check it;

[Verse 1]
Ain't no escape from negativity, hemogenic misery
I pop this gat off, make you a mystery
Foul penalty my rap chemistry, raw wizardry
A simile, we simply show no sympathy to the enemy or adversary
Hazardous beef shit is hereditary
My old block like the first of January
My fam told me to chill, I used to get ill on dark hills
'Cause one day is one meal
I can't go no-fucking-where without this MAC in my jeans
Shoot shit up like a fiend and pray to supreme being
If a n***a like me really got beef, whats human anatomy?
Leave your brain cells laid out on the street
N***a, I wear the burden of knowledge without college, so pay homage
I spray the mass, turn you to a gas from a solid
My man on the ave steady wylin', bodies pilin'
A n***a been wantin' to throw the towel in
[Chorus]
My mom told me she sick and dyin'
But I'm a grown ass man, fuck it, I started cryin'
I feel the devil trying to make me one of his targets
Today's light can be tomorrow's darkness, cold heartless
The murder rate goin' up... what the fuck?
N***a ran out of luck, his spot got touched
Don't get touched, Smith-Wess steady blastin'
So my Glocks be steady passin'

[Verse 2]
Another day up out this shit
Chain, and the ice is glist-less
Got a n***a shot for Christmas
Shit is all evil
Bullets eatin' through your cottonmouth, boll weevil
And take chances at the casino
And shoot cee-lo, my heart is seventy below
A bad bitch name Cleo...
Patra, keep gats for stature
You disrespect Tha God, and she showing your blood plasma
Fuck the pastor, make me wanna murk a bastard
The shots blastin', making motherfuckers Casper
The cops askin', "Who the fuck did the murder?"
Stash the burner, want beef? I'll serve ya
[Chorus]
My mom told me she sick and dyin'
But I'm a grown ass man, fuck it, I started cryin'
I feel the devil trying to make me one of his targets
Today's light can be tomorrow's darkness, cold heartless
The murder rate goin' up... what the fuck?
N***a ran out of luck, his spot got touched
Don't get touched, Smith-Wess steady blastin'
So my Glocks be steady passin'