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 (repeat)

[Verse] fully loaded ready to explode shit
That’s why I hold shit
Young thuggin and molded 
We Straight Up never foldin
Cross the line
Loss of life
You on your own bitch 
Out the mud full of love 
For my thugs
Nitty gritty no pitty in my city
Guns up/ run up / done up 
That’s What’s up 
Can’t fuck with us
We too much(that’s what’s up)
Blam blam god damn 
Heavy is my right hand
I be da man 
Me Glock never jam
middle of the street 
Here I am (here I am)









[Pre Chorus]we on the run from the rollas 
Smokin doja
Not giving aaa fuck
That’s what’s up 
Killaaa California 
[Chorus]

[Chorus]

gangster rap, Jamaican , deep bass, urban black male vocals, slow tempo,blues