short song I might make longer

(whispers)...(motherfuckers wanna mess with me...we be in the streets fr..hah)

 

niggas should know not to mess with me bro

 

 

Cause I'm that bullet in your trunk the bullet that missed trump the bullet that'll put you six feet deep next to god,beware my minds a loaded clip, zip your lips up before I grab my blick

tragic sad you'll be seeing god, shots right at your head, motherfuckers ask why Im still in the streets, with all the shit that I'm risking, I tell them because I know if I leave my boys wont be shit,

and cause I wanna make motherfuckas look like emmit till, here and there everywhere I see people doubting my greatness, I brush them off go back to the grind, do two minute drills every single hour, spits for the entire day then I say goodnight bish,

 

 

I once knew a nigga lets call him Percy, always had money didn't even know what struggle is his dad had five M's in his bank account, Percy had an allowance of half a million, always flexing on me and my broke niggas, he bought a nine one time for me, he didn't know something tho

(he didn't know).. he didn't know that would be the same damn gun to end him... felt bad asked if it were worth it, I said yes, cus yes it was RIP Percy even tho he wasn't a real one, guns he shouldn't have been messing with he thought he was the one, if you're hearing this from heaven.. hi Percy hope your bitch ass is having a good afterlife.

 

 

(end of song)