we just marinating, I’m celebrating that i made a fortune off satan patients 2day,
talking with a thick woman,ain’t knowing what a waits ,so I’m spitting game 2 this dame,
i know this faithful date would come and it came,
my nighthawk wants 2 exhale flame,
i trust my gut I’m just a nut with a gun,I’m corrupt,L.A gangs don’t give a fuck.
so i can’t B distracted get sidetrack once, then your done,
I’m no ones son ,i know its crazy that i never gotten a hug,or shown any kind
of love .a car strolls up ,
who’s wanting some I’m shrewd and have a wrong attitude but its a cruel life,
aint that right ,its funny how we’re born 2 die.
its a old school navy blue challenger,if they shot they better B accurate ,
heard seventeen rings & bitches screaming so i spring in2 action; hop 2 the spot with the nighthawk in my palm ,kus its on .
What i see is my homie T-shirt soak in his own blood,I’m a nigga who holds a grudge,
i respond lets reciprocate in my evil ways ,
lets creep and catch them where they sleep or on the street,slugs is what my gun feeds bon appetite……….