Battle

walking up the stairs with my twelve guage shot-gun

Ima spark it off like a G40 glockgun

In a gunfight

"when i stepped out into the bright sunlight

I'd use my phone's light, until my pencil ran out of graphite

I got in a bad fight

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Neither black nor white

But if i die tonight

And you're approaching me right

On that red-eyed kush flight

You should spend the night

Cause i feel its right

Why we gotta fight

Working day or night

Wino might find yo' sight

He got hit up that same night

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night