Still having nightmares from Burnet R.I.P. Auntie Ricky
Heart furnace
Pops hit me up I ain't return the call yet
I'm feeling like Ed
Fuck everybody
Wana free my soul they want to trap my body
Got out with shotty
I just jumped in front of it
If I day today I die today
An that's a son of a bitch
Sugar with a ton of grits
Grandma had the oven mitts
Baby grew up now I'm screaming fuck the government
East side thuggin bitch
Block I was hugging it
Nigga for life
You can see in the huddle bitch
See what ya muggin get
Buck fifty fuck ya clique
Scar on my left ear stomped em out because of it
Who the fuck buzzing kid
Get me in some trouble quick
Got that crack flow yea bro I'm bubbling
Trying to make a few mill from
Here to London an
Spend it all on my kin
Me an Matt is Ryu Ken
Hit em with that hadouken
Living in hell will I ever see the light again
Demons inside of men
Weed be my vitamins
Cops at the door click clack yea invite in
You gon need riot gear
We ain't ever quiet here
Cracker hold up you may die in here
Yea yea yea
Still having nightmares on Burnet
Still still
Still having nightmares on Burnet
Who the fuck you calling outside
At my momma nim's like you wana lose yo life
Grim Reaper with me
Always look em in thee eyes
But they not there like my father when I cried
Don't believe my niiiii
Committed suicide
I'ma get the truth before the day that I die
Oh my my
Keep it one hundred
Think I'm crazy now see me when I'm not blunted
Sean Penn gunmen I can Forrest Gump em
Keys in the Honda
In there's a chopper
Baby mommas woken up by a helicopter
Sirens from the coppers lieutenant held hostage
Kill one of them thee only way that they watch it
Get these hoes talking
Fuck yo damn Jordan's
Why keep nigga alive
Like it's important
Call reinforcements
Either way you forfeit
Leave you in the forest
Burn you like some roaches
Boy I came a long long way from stage coaches
Hoe you do bogus
Bust it open Moses
I'ma throw this money up exactly where ya nose is
Yea I been chosen
Flow so golden
People on the block like Mars is you holding