Shit done changed up, its like i done came up
S'ike im famous, but u'll c i still da same thug
U gon bang what? not me u wont floor me
Fake gangbangers spittin they bullshit stories
Im not a tourist, cuz home is now Missouri
They saw me, and they know that i could blow
Any muhfuckas brains out, from da word go
Ima show, cats that they shit be played out
Spittin bout trey pounds, till they ass laid out
What they gon say now? Aint nuttin been spitten
Erry muhfucka scared, they runnin like kittens
Gunnin for dissin, a nigga like me u outta yo mind
U like a burb boy tryna step up into da real grime
I got madd years of pain, madd peers who slain
Never cried all i ever got is tears of rain
Dissapeared ya brain, left it on ya dresser n window
And right near da corner is a lil bit left of ya chinbone
I aint been gone, from da rap scene or da gat scene
Addicted to this life, u can call me a social crack pheen
Cept i aint suck on a glass dick, that'd fuck up ya ass quick
Only thing faster is fuckin wit me, ima pull up n blast, bitch
Aint no1 as slick, as a young g who be known to check
Any muhfucka, roll up bare fists i aint need da tech
Ima wreck, any nigga who be up here frontin on my set
Thats that realness.
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