Oh yea This is how we start it off

Where I'm from all that bullshit will Get you head split

The moment you think you’s alone bitch I'm in your home lit

Like goldfish I got pairs two grips And two clips

To serve as a reminder anyone can get ripped

Yo cousin, lil brother Anybody gets The tool

Don't care if he drinking beer and Kicking it old-school

Run up in his house, cut his limbs off Like whole foods

And Then I feed it to my pits cause They enjoy the soul food

Cause When the guns come out and The sun goes down

As long as God is still in heaven and Earths still round

I'm down here spitting bullets till Your whole crews found

I can start to smell the pussy guess That means imma hound

Your head on the ground. A peasant But my boot's on your crown

Right here in your town, could've Stayed in mine but that ain't my style

Be here for while just wetting **** Up with no towel

Was at bottom just look at me now. I’m on the prowl ****

Yea I’m on the prowl ****

You think you’re tough you couldn’t Sleep where I from

Most **** see no need to fight they Always carry a gun

With to shits on they hip the feel They’ve already one

And lowkey looking for a reason just To unload for fun

That’s why I’m always staying low Cause hit up on these blocks now, Don’t have to be Jamaican for a Sheriff to get shot down

The deputy is next **** waiting at His house now

The only thing I know is it ain’t time For me to meet ground

Cause I can see the future I ain’t Talking stick

And ain’t no movie playing **** but I’m bringing clips

So If you’re staying to yourself then it Ain’t no need to trip

But if my **** looking for you ain’t Nowhere to dip

Shit anything can be broken down Some kings don’t even keep their Crowns

But either way they give it up. They Either die or pass it down

The cycle just goes round and round, Person, place, or things a noun

My gun will be the thing that got you Jumping up like Mr. Brown