Yo, look
My feet bleeding but I'm still runnin'
It's been a minute since I've killed somethin'
Son of niggas work the field drummers
Asia Mei shave a whole onion
Carve your face up pat your pumpkin
If you actin' funny
Beat that ass like you stole somethin'
His body shaking like his soul crumpin'
No this no frontin'
Bags packed going back to Lunden (Shit)
Remember I was lackin'
Nowadays I be stackin' money
All about the dollars
Close, kicks, and collars
Circle got a limit
From a distance I watch it
Always got to know who's plottin'
I'm from Long Beach so Gotham is no problem
Many men wish death upon me
So I'm never lonely, got a few homies
If not the glock clocked for all you jabronies
I swear you won't walk away runnin' up on me
But Imma keep it cool now
You can tell by this cool sound
Don't let this smooth taste fool you
One false move and you might lose your noodles
Twice the pride is double the fall
You can't ball your fundamentals is off
Actin' hard knowin' you soft
You the dude in the crew runnin' errands for the boss
Little nigga you lost
Said little nigga you lost
Watch yo mouth you will get tossed
Body found in the back of a Ross
We try to make love a place we belong
Stay together all the way