No Lacking

No lacking

No lacking

No lacking

When you see me walking

Know im always packing

Nah I ain't joking they see my gun

They hear it clapping

This weed I'm puffing

These bodies draging

Cos I body bag them

I know underground burial sights

Know so many secrets and I die first

The dirt that I grew in was real

So when I go back in the dirt

Know I left with my oath

Truth is my cloak

When I say drill time

I mean it I've lived it but most of my homies breath it

And I try but they don't listen

Nah I don't do this shit no moe

But my life grew me up to be skeptic

Sometimes I catch myself throwing gang signs

People call me fake Cos they didn't see my ranks

Tatted on my feet legs chest or face

It's cos I don't need a tattoo to prove to you

And I don't need fucking rap beat to rap to

Fuck the money and the game I'd still be great without you

Fuck the ones who hate they just a bullet from destiny away

Catch me gripping twenty two

Loading twenty two

Cos all battles end in war and all wars end in death

Moment of silence all you hear is r.I.p rest in peace

No,no,no lacking

No lacking

No,no,no lacking

No lacking

No,no,no lacking

No lacking