Heat check

(Yeah spark that shit)

yeah, me myself, and I. The lonely ass trinity. Use to be a peoples person,

what the fuck got into me. Was it my friends who turned to enemy's that

envy me. Or backstabbing mouthafuckas who suppose to be kin to me.

Own fucking family, but I aint tripping cause know me, and, I. Can watch

myself do better as a lone wolf dont need no fucking help. Admit would a been

better off if mama used her belt more. On my young ass. Now im a

little older, still a younging making cash. learned from an early age you better

run lil niggas, cause u cant come in last. Yeah I learned from that past so I

dont repeat history. for instance dont talk shit if you dont have a pot to P. I.

double S. in hope you pay attention so you learn from the best. in da game never know

a bitch made test could be yo friend or foe, that why i dont

fuck with these hoes. You'll never grow, if you get trapped in pussy. My

friend taught me that and he aint even know it, that my opinion was fact. He was

being played like a rookie. Im a veteran, a senior in the game like graham

said nigga nothing was the same. dang. Well duh im from a place where

niggas blow brains cobain style for J's. Thug. The homies under God. now.

Telephone rang watch a mother hear the devils message and fall down. Thats

pain. hear a dud hit the ground after shells drop. Knowing hells hot but niggas

kill anyway thinking they guns can box with God. But I think there depth

perceptions off. But they still take a swing like they tryna master golf.

I think its funny, I just lay back, make my money. And cough sarcastically

Untill someone robbed my mother. The typical bastard G. I wanted to kill

but mama told me chill. So now I puff puff and pass the weed. Im steadily

praying every night that god protects my family. I try to live right, cause when

you die God gone play the film back And see. A to B. 0 to what ever.

Me the quicker Im gone the better cause this world is shit, and God got the

toilet paper. Ah Billion ways to die, im still thinking of the fatal, the one that

will fade ya. The one to put the name yo mother gave u on the death certificate.

Ah nigga out