Everything in my life was destined every stripe every night I survived in my life was a blessing the girl with the bad ass sort of like the gun in the mask. You need both to really blow if you’re gone for Cash so if Moses Mark shit then let the children of Farrell. I know God really understand the reason I’m peril because I know he’s watching everything off in the Cut how I was real all my life but often was fucked and often was stuck with the shorthand of the stick until I blacked out like fuck it, talking him at the strip if I bought Coke and never armed hammered the whip, I left it roll cause I was taught the money all in the flip the more you can reach the more problems come with the chips to show level will get you murdered and often you slip so I’m scorching this fifth lay low and fortune my risk and sometime the shit has seem to go over the head until they wake up with that Uzi standing over the head is kind of hard for me to sleep tonight. I’m speaking to Christ like this this pain and it’s bullshit equals the ice supposed to look good only means to cover the pain like that muzzle on a hammer only covers the bang and I’m a G S St. and trying to cover a thing from the pain to the scars of my life I’m not rapping. It’s real life Homie for real. I’m not acting. I’m facing all the pain in my life. I’m not backing down for Jack shit cause I don’t sit when I’m pissed. I’d rather stand like a man then go out like a bitch if I battled the piss that means I’m out on the strip till I finish everything that I copped on my flip cause ain’t none of y’all popping like this. Y’all know that I bang you right in front of the warden no go back lay low and tear you apart with the snug throwback I know thugs and Coney Island is blood the love Modak I’ll be in them hoes in the store With it so I’ll be in them hose in the walls where you won’t go out with my chain now, cause Homie, I’m not sucking a bang fuck it let’s bang my name a ring from squeeze it and my brother is dead so fucking dog. Give me a reason to bang your head right over the train overly banged then overly aim two shots go over your framing over the pain. The scar in Prison scar my vision is like God just was holding me down because y’all was missing so if you said that Shawn was tripping, you’re not lying if you heard what was said in the streets, it was shot fire and your whole family will get it to death even for pets. I put my money on my own team to even the bats will talk to you show a NIA a corpse of a NIA that was close to the ass. It was still looking to shoot Smoke. The rest of the ass is real Brooklyn, like one body, two body three bodies 45 body six body seven bodies, more eight bodies, nine bodies laying on the floor what the fuck they gonna see you keep playing with Shawn when it’s thing in my palm squeeze and screaming is gone. I creep up like three in the morning me and the boys with 100 shots of piece of like three of them both toysand shoot a police even a dog sleep on your lawn catch you wet while you get your paper the beef will be on so front like you pack and you ready to die cause I’m gonna bring it like I’m big bitch you ready to die
