Hand to hand in the cold
All this paper i fold
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/
Till we will, fucking kill!
For real, a nigga ill
Black on black lock n load blood for blood
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
Skipping class and growing cold
Doing time in the pen and your gram's old
That shit was wack as fuck
Graveyards filling up with street blood
But,my raps scar and kill,
Lady at the frank stand will
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