Hate it or love it your stuck with me,
a buck fifty
and a couple nugz of ill trees,
smoke weed,
dont plead,
it wont save you the nose bleed,
save urself the breath youll need,
ill have you looking at y
our death,
you feel it staring down bearing down on u
like a hundred pounds on you,
never have to don the crown on you, i
m in control of my game like a referee with a whistle,
split lines like missiles,
hold ur pistols,
we shooting rockets,
so u dead when u pull ur handgun and try and cock it,
stop it,
dont jock this,
u caught lip,
from the best rapper spittin verses out of his apartment...
