beat swag

tree squad

killen this shit like it was 911 never mind i was only eleven now my heads

up in the clouds i can almost touch heaven I'm not a fake nigga walk to me

i pull the trigger pour a little liquor if you keep talking you'll be dinner

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquor havin' big dreams of gettin' richer

For every bar that i spit down is suffocated by police like a constrictor or the

devils visitor maybe even Adolph's members remember you sinner

I see a fucken star got your mom screaming oh look in the mirror

because every day they liven in fear

And this the end so good luck with your career bitch.

pop one to the face Charlie your so late get to the chopper

punch you in the eye socket

get my gun and cock it