Fk your mother if her son is a bitch Fly from the barrel, one in the head, 16 in the clip D block ns steaming the spliff Promethazine, gunin then the lean, and a whip I expect you to not fk with me All the shooters, they throw it up for me This life’s murdering destiny Talking to the gun in the sparrow like it’s my company 12 rounds, no boxing, no glove From the travl'r, no option, no love Gangsters don’t die, guardians don’t buzz When ns do time ns draw blood Feel me