Watching for hollow-tip shots
Run away from the cars...
But i dont carry guns
That was my influence
Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
You niggas the dirrect link
If i lost you be patient
I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker
And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father
There'd still be niggas out killing
Yung-n-reckless in the building
Just screw 'em cuz their're totally reckless
This here’s a jam for all the fellas
You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
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