tragic

I swear I was made for them streets

To be outside while the city sleeps

To rhyme and rap on them beats

To listen to my haters screams

To do all the dirty deeds

And bring home mad stacks of cheese

To wear tennis chains vv's

And kill all the opp pussies

 

I just wanna be free bro

Lotta folks they holding onto me though

I wanna do shit make mad dough

But I'm stuck at home it's a no go

I wanna catch a lotta bodies like I'm Rambo

But niggas don't want a tag on their big toe

It don't matter he piss me off and I blow

Now then niggas whisper calling me a psycho

 

Lotta folks round my part but they fake

Lotta people don't give they just take

Lotta niggas won't let me catch a break

Couple niggas bouta make they last mistake

I'm on the edge they gon be laying with they blood drained

Sharpshooter 2 3 bullets nigga I don't spray

I pull my blade out so fast they think it's a switchblade

 

I'm out here grinding and I'm training but I don't say it

A nigga gonna find out when he get hit with my clip

Pure sulfuric it's gon clean up all the blood drips

Lil nigga got a blick? Nigga this a stick

Sig MCX fuck him I'ma take his bricks

Oh that nigga died?

Shit that's tragic