Back to the beginning hate the sin love the sinner
Crack digested halve a gram of ether Crushed for dinner
White crystal cut the liver up leave ya guts wit splinters
All snowflakes all season long man it must be winter
Guns bust, just triggers, No art no love for the craft
Just blood on your flag, no trust, no trust funds only cash
Some in the Mag, One in the chamber, None if U Ask
To many snitches, to much bitch and not enough Brass
I Come wit a Wrath, grittin’ my bloody teeth at the dogs
We aint eatin at all - hungry - so we Breachin’ the law
In your house creepin for more -Fuk It - feed us or brawl
Were seeds of a war - born to beef til our fetus is mauled
I’m stealin your car- rip out the ignition - insert flathead
Til the engine goes berserk then we hit curbs fast fled
Hope this bitch aint got a kill switch………
…………………….............……..or were a swerving trap sled
Attract Feds, hittin dope bois for the herb and crack dens
I’m just speakin’ in Past Tense, Hence - I’m past that
No more Rat Traps, No more scales and wrapped bags
Im on the right track on the trail to havin’ Flash Backs
Scratch that - The truth is I’d rather strap and Clap Back
What the fuck am i doin....
True Story
