Lyrics

I’m comptaplating firing these shots from
Semi.
All so you can rot in ah box,
Yo that’s gimmie.
Believe me he won’t talk to ah soul,
After I hit him.

Like ah open receiver
safeties off…
applying fevers,
You get buried in ya sleepers
for, sleeping on capability.
Hopped out, rarely he pops out.
She drops mouth.
Cock sprouts.
Demo her wall,
Like an abandoned house.
DNA left on her blouse.
What you talking about.
I did it, I don’t got to prove
Yo what the fuck, you got to lose.
A lot could happen in day,
You clean it up,
It goes away.
For how long, it can uncover
And then wreck ya day.
MJ foot on the block,
But he won’t fade way.
His focus like a straight away.
Back to watching, the play by play.
You ask too many questions, but my actions are the answer.
I can’t say it any better,
Like thoughts, appear in your mind.
They telling me you having my back.
But I got all spine.
I’m telling you it’s by design.
Hook reel, and draw the line.
No this ain’t ah sketch,
How I paint ah scene.
like a set director….
Examine everything you lit.
Like ah chief inspector.

No matter what you do somebody’s
Gonna have a question.
So guard ya conscious close.
So you could never second guess em.
Guidance from inside & im just following directions.
If he try to test em, smith and Wesson
Press em
Now god could bless him.