Control your jealousies since I can control my temper
Cause im a stunner just like an 8mm in your temple
Don’t try to kick it like I do, nigga u use my stamps
Im old school prop, 20 years in the making, dissin hood amps
Where im from and where im going, shit you can’t take it
Im hard like a rock, a mechanical pistol, you can’t break it
I stay with my gag, when I hola on my nigga’s, they all hola back
Shit I write is not poetry nor is rap, it an’t even a dissin shit that you can call whack
Next time don’t speak without my permission
If you’re mad at me then fight me, shoot me, and give your hock a mission
If you can see me hurt then you an’t gonna ask no questions
I have buried bird nigga's in fields with no emotions
So tell me little fool who you try to imitate
Bullies go numb when they see me demonstrate
I can breathe till its ice but I can stand till its dry
Its my blood dripping down homey, cut yours to see if you can try
Im not dead so hell I don’t stand hearing lectures
When I go crazy even hood king can’t supply that many stretchers
Get off my line or you will find my clips running
Let me breathe four minute so I can ride again when im burning
So if you wanna scream my name then just keep on calling
Im right here like I was, you just gota keep on balling
When god calls you then you gota go home
If my time is close then I don’t want none to moan
I an’t got shit to prove to you so keep walking
There use to be a time when none was worried about the shit talking
If you find me offensive then I ma take it easily on your expenses
If you can drop a beat for me then I can say what you want me to with your senses
I never would have thought that I would see me out of control
Crazy head with a ghost but I still have the flow and i an’t selling my soul
What is to see in this crazy world when it spins, when it’s still?
Life flies in a moment but the fear can’t be a wall against my will!
Cause im a stunner just like an 8mm in your temple
Don’t try to kick it like I do, nigga u use my stamps
Im old school prop, 20 years in the making, dissin hood amps
Where im from and where im going, shit you can’t take it
Im hard like a rock, a mechanical pistol, you can’t break it
I stay with my gag, when I hola on my nigga’s, they all hola back
Shit I write is not poetry nor is rap, it an’t even a dissin shit that you can call whack
Next time don’t speak without my permission
If you’re mad at me then fight me, shoot me, and give your hock a mission
If you can see me hurt then you an’t gonna ask no questions
I have buried bird nigga's in fields with no emotions
So tell me little fool who you try to imitate
Bullies go numb when they see me demonstrate
I can breathe till its ice but I can stand till its dry
Its my blood dripping down homey, cut yours to see if you can try
Im not dead so hell I don’t stand hearing lectures
When I go crazy even hood king can’t supply that many stretchers
Get off my line or you will find my clips running
Let me breathe four minute so I can ride again when im burning
So if you wanna scream my name then just keep on calling
Im right here like I was, you just gota keep on balling
When god calls you then you gota go home
If my time is close then I don’t want none to moan
I an’t got shit to prove to you so keep walking
There use to be a time when none was worried about the shit talking
If you find me offensive then I ma take it easily on your expenses
If you can drop a beat for me then I can say what you want me to with your senses
I never would have thought that I would see me out of control
Crazy head with a ghost but I still have the flow and i an’t selling my soul
What is to see in this crazy world when it spins, when it’s still?
Life flies in a moment but the fear can’t be a wall against my will!
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