that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me take my time Nigga want beef
my drum I never bust a sweat because it's not at all tragic VOO-DOO, runnin from my magic! I came across the sand on my faith alone Eatin cooked meat
full dirty night dying like a lovely wife goodbye my darling how high the moon well i wish i was the world's a mess, it's in my kiss the world's a mess
fake gone fade away Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but God done mad a way For me to stack my ends my paper, my moola my feddy And caught this world
my motherfucking brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I gotta be a man
, will I ever trust Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin I don't love shit, but my people and my ends Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place I break
over I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder Shedding crocodile tears, man
t get my cash on Everytime I hit a lick, my family dipping in my stash Got me mad, whipping up my mask and my 4-5 Dipping in my cheve looking for shit
the fake gone fade away Use to selling drugs to get that pay but God done mad a way For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my feddy And caught this
different state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zone Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red
the game getting sleeze Why this broom in my hand, like I'm the sandman Swooping...off the stage, snatching mics out they hand Now it's my time, gots
Ro] Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my
hale but i gotta \"let it go\" congested in my chest, in an attempt 2 bust a long hydroponics got me sprung, goin broke behind dis woman and willin 2 spend all my
And everyday, I put new shoes on my feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo
here things in a ghetto Seen, man no stop kill man. Seen, man no stop rob man. A no dem things deh we want ina Jamaica We want love, unity, sense, strength