Was born to be stuck in da wrong...

I'm stuck in this booth with a different kinda of hurt

..thee only living that I ever knew is straight balling

empty shells and fullklips with outstalling only one movement..

And that's how we do it

Gotta keep on moving

with in thee hour all you smell is gun powder

..my head full of sirens

And dead niggas still crawling.....

when these slugs......exchange they only bring hurt

that's the main reason you learn to squeeze first....

.the first words I ever knew.....

Is rest in peace gee ....my mind stops to think while I'm pouring out this liquor

___ how the fuck......am I gonna flip this

you where that true nigga..

but they put your lights out like the first round..with the iron Mike

snacked your soul out without a brass knuckle..got baBy_G_ feeling that type of way...

my nigga loved hores

so they took the time to do this right...

took him out in his happy moment rest in peace steve....you was a solidier

......after a few days when you left my body froze up

and my heart grew a lil colder

it's me against the world now...

stupid ass fools gona crossed the wrong line

thought I was rested but I'm back on grind

I'm out for that sweet lick...

and the only thing that could stop me now is a fist full of slugs

I'm taking y'all with me straight past hells kitchen...

I'm sure God got his list in heaven....

But don't even wait up cause I'll be missing... like I'm gona in December

it is what it is

when you live by the sword you die by the gun and your last words.......