[Verse 1]

Yeah, right now you know I gotta think about a topic

Devil want control of my soul I gotta stop it, damn

Man I’m having evil thoughts about desire

Lust and the murder tryna give a hit for hire

Yo, I’m out West on the back of the thirty block

Should I stay cool or fuckin’ let the .30 .30 pop

Then I think “for what, man I’m in this thing for what”

Bodies droppin’ everywhere, I think the Philly stinkin’ up

I pull the Lincoln up, egos start shrinkin’ up

**** actin’ like the panther but they don’t [?]

They wanna argue over [?]

Hit ‘em for a quick heist

Pull off with my midnights

I seen the dough on the floor so I go to score

I had [?]

I act like it wasn’t nothin’ then I [?]

My pockets empty so I’m huntin’ then I go to war

[Interlude]

(Crying and screaming)

[Verse 2]

Yo, this **** pull that on me so I’m thinkin’ he said fuck me

Zig-zag and cut the corner ‘fore this **** pluck me

Guess this isn’t over shit, let’s just get this over quick

Never catch me slippin’ while I’m dippin’ on a [?]

I was tryna keep it cool, **** played me for a fool

Should I press up on his son while he walkin’ home from school?

Make him call his dad and tell him that he got detention

[?]

Ask no questions but I think I do it then I go to Hell

All you **** know this well, I’m right there where the soldiers dwell

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[Interlude]

(Crying and screaming)

[Verse 3]

Now some **** in the hood say they know of me

Thought I was the good brother, spit the street poetry

Now these jokers out here tryna move swiftly

Think they tryna get me, I gotta think quickly

I’m on the prowl gettin’ hungry like a night owl

These economics and poverty got my life foul

I’m thinkin’ to myself “**** just change your lifestyle

Before somebody run down on you, turn your lights out”

Then it’s genocide, turnin’ to statistics

I never knew that the police had the ballistics

They said this **** he actin’ just like a misfit

[?] with his motherfuckin’ wrists slit