Look em in the face say rest in peace
Blood on ya mouth and ya spittin out teeth
Now you tryna be tight when you used to wanna to beef
If you ain't gon fess muhf**a don't speak
Gotta whole Lotta ex teammates ima cremate
Stompin and Pissin and spittin all over yo remains
I'm a dirty young kreep
f**ed in the brain and I'm in ya back seat
Don't give a mothaf** what they say about me
Weak Azz b**h
Livin on ig
s** anotha rapper dick like a real wannabe
You should get a life of your own maybe
See I'm really on some other sh** hoe don't twist
Everybody thinkin they can spit like this
Put em all in a coffin and ima bout to hit the nail on the head and bury these Mothaf**as in they own sh**
Put em in a hole in the ground
Groundin myself with my own 2 feet down on the flo see the dirt in between all my toes
Thinkin bout sh** that I know that I shouldn't be thinkin about but it come and it go
Should I be doin more with the gift that I was given by Buddha and all his disciples
Some of the time I be thinkin so much that it lead me to biting the tip of my rifle
But I really got say
That at the end of the day when I got my Henny or Corona and kick back
And think back
f** I wouldn't change a thang
And I'm a lucky mothaf**a with alot on my plate
And now I'm in the game
We shoot the sh** about the same thing
The schema da posse puttin on fa my name
And when I look around
The underground
sh**s the same
Maybe one day
Youll think outside the box