Attention

Serve it to the cluck head
To Get paid,
Shut yo mouth up trick,
Then Get up out my face,
I got 100 shots up in this drake,
To lay yo ass down,
This all it takes,

You Better Watch your self,
 I ain’t talking bout no bust down,
Or get stepped on,
Like a beer can that got crushed down,
I could get you lost for very cheap,
Then get found chopped up in a bag,
Sitting in the back seat of a jeep,
I peeped,
All these gang members and they sweet,
Yo wife love it when I skeet,

Shade is intended,
So we being frank,
To try and take me out,
I Wish you would,
like you a plank,
Or a fuckin board,
You don’t want no fucking war,
I’ll leave yo head hanging by a thread
Like if it got fucking tore,

Wise up,
This yo time to dodge a bullet,
If you mess around with me,
Then you gone get found with bullets,
Sleeping with the fishes,
Sleeping with the mullets,
Yo chick love rubbing on my,
I ain’t gone say,
she grab and pull it,
She like me cause I’m the coolest,
I’ll slap the taste up out yo momma mouth
And if you write that check
Then you best to write them commas out,

Hit the opps,
And they ain’t got back,
Real gangsters,
No sir,
they is not that,
Leave them soulless on a side walk,
With they Top splat,
Then play it cool after we drop back,

Running through these streets,
I got death on me,
Momma ain’t raise no bitch,
I give my best only 
I know these heathens wanna see me damned,
They don’t wanna see me make it,
Or feed my fam,
Running through these streets,
I got death on me,
Momma ain’t raise no bitch
I give my best only 
I know these heathens wanna see me damned,
They don’t wanna see me make it,
Or feed my fam,

Oh lord,
Oh lord,
Please forgive them,
I didn’t mean to hit him,
I only meant to kill him,
The way it went in,
It cut open
Like an incision,
Free the homies stuck in prison,
I keep my mind on point every time I slide,
I let it go soon as I up it,
Then we start clowning down on your side,
Laughing at the people you clicked up with cause they broke,
Yo chick be thinking that I’m cute, 
Then she shows me what she can do with her throat,
I can sell a pack,
Like some bottled water,
And to the OGs that use to hate me,
I just do they daughters,
I give them problems,
And bastard grand children,
Then shoot they ass up in the head cause I’m a God damned villain,
I ain’t trynna be a savage,
I’m just setting bounds,
Ask them other dudes that tried,
And ain’t ever been found,

Running through these streets,
I got death on me,
Momma ain’t raise a bitch
I give my best only 
I know these heathens wanna see me damned,
They don’t wanna see me make it,
Or even feed my fam,
Oh lord
Oh lord,
Running through these streets,
I got death on me,
Momma ain’t raise a bitch
I give my best only 
I know these heathens wanna see me damned,
They don’t wanna see me make it,
Or even feed my fam,
Oh lord
Oh lord.
Please forgive them.