One shell

[jamaican male rapper]One shell away from bein laid down 
Im hearin whispers in the wind But I can’t make um out 
Cuz a thousand thousands tellin me something else
On a one way mission and I might not make it back 
Fish tailin full of ambition 
This thug tradition-
Never cease to surprise me Cuz I was raised in the mix
Caught up in the violence
 They gettin killed for they kicks 
Bloody knuckles my hustle never buckles So knuckle up
So Get down or be frowned 
Cuz We Ain’t Got Time 
for muthafuckin clowns (no what I’m sayin)
I’ll catch you on the rebound 
In the clouds
(“Smokin doja”)
We on the run from the rollas 
Smokin doja
Not giving aaaa fuck 
“That’s what’s up !”
[Chorus urban Jamaican male vocals] 
We in the jungle 
lookin for trouble 
Do you wanna see/see what my gun do
Come here come close 
to see how we west coast 
Killaaaaa California 
[Verse]
[Pre Chorus]
A couple birds in my hand 
I’m the man
Do you understand this is all part of the plan
A hundred grand 
Got me feeling lovely 
Sippin bubbly 
Ain’t nothing but the thug in me(I know you love me)
Up early in the morning on a mission to ball
Anybody in my way gettin they brains on the wall 
Ain’t playing little homies 
We on some thug shit 
Gone off a fifth ready to fuck my bitch
So stay out the way if you ain’t ready to put a muthafucka in the grave
West side killa Cali-fornia 
Find your ass dripping on the corner 

West coast rap, gangster, Chicano style, deep bass, urban black male vocals, slow tempo,blues