b#tch I look like Axl Rose in ’87
Ion got a gun the butterfly my weapon
Takin over b#tch it’s natural selection
Mothaf#cka the militia what I’m reppin’
Hoe I’m headed to the hell gates
I remember ridin’ ’round in LA
Do it on my own nobody help me
Almost turned my brotha to my cellmate
Mothaf#cka if you wanna die
Got some killas wit me and they itchy
Wouldn’t bother f#ckin’ wit me you could try
Hoe I’m rollin’ sticky in a spliff
I’m wit a pretty lookin b#tch
Them cargo dickies in my fit I cuf em high
And my f#ckin eyes low
Ain’t no way of telling where I might go
Shorty ya you f#ckin wit a psycho
Dip before you end up in my silo
Next to the remains of my opps b#tch
My thoughts get nothing but toxic
The clock ticks ’til it’s time to get catastrophic
I walked in with the f#ckin blade in my pocket
Unlocking levels of myself you don’t want b#tch
So hold up
People want me dead but I give no f#cks
p#ss# run your mouth but never pull up
Independent nobody control us
Or own us
Ain’t too long before you 6 feet under
Hard to run your lips when ya b#tch want the lumber
Bummer
I don’t even save the b#tch number
You fund her
While she giving neck in the hummer
Another p#ss# #ss punk m#th*rf#ck*r
I wonder who want the smoke wit my gunners
Hunters, drum clips sounding like thunder
They sunder way beyond the point of recover
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