Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword
Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford
Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,
I be murdering bars
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
Niggas dying like its nothing
Dumbin from the lack of blood running.
Cause there could never be peace
Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze
But now i got a problem with that little white rock
It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock
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