-Verse 1-

Why do you feel when
This heart is numb froze
Girlhood manic off
A nigga's repose
Grade 7 sessions are taking
Place in a tenement
We're in a warzone what's the
Purpose of your sentiment
Hopeless romantic longing
For a heartless intimate
Ain't no time for emotions
Hittin' licks with regiment
You're falling in love with pieces
Of callous sediment
You'll wind up like your mother
Mixing with this element
Synthetic male begetters
Are buying her cot
Legacy of a coke whore sot
Love and loyalty all you
Desire all you got
Yet you try it
With a young hotshot
Strong suite is not devotion
Pollute you with the potion
Temptation in your ocean
We move with foolish notions
You took a beat down
Now you down with the gang
Go round the block let these
Hoes heed yo name girl
Put in work nine
Milimeter heater hurl
She lives to give him love
He want have the world
This little boy needed a gal of your gall
Deception of these bitches head him adrift
Passionately hawking stalking instillments
Into spys instances of full metal sifts
Through the doors
Of their van
Put him in a pit
Deliberate hit
Verify with hollow tips to caput
Love is a crapshoot
We love to shoot crap
Under starry night skies vengeance is moonlit
We gon bust a cap as if luck would have it
You venting suicidal tendancies
When that don't remotely mean shit to he
Like how you'll give a bruise
Because you get abused
This is your reason
Fuck a flag of truce
This life will bemuse
If you are not seasoned
And know all the rules
Do not deviate
Once you're in you cannot escape
Flawless with each mission you rarely making mistakes
You got respect and potential at a bright young age
Pair is agglutinate
Pure ambition getting paid
Quick tempered aura irate
Never let these niggas jade
Make these niggas run that fade
Block the raindrops
Reach the hilltop
It's all in you babyboo
1 dead op or maybe 2
Street lights or a sunny day
We gon make these shitheads pay
Glock in sock on fuckin' lock
Piru love will never stop
Double agent in the spot
You let the 47 chop
Pretty young thang
Snatchin' yo chain
Her knuckles bout to vilify
That space right in between yo eyes
Street soldier and thought to hoe
Will pimp yo bitch
Rock yo boat
Her hole preserved for the hoodlum
That she hovers wholly ghost
He doesn't make advance to her
She grows impatient with adjacent
Parallels to total bases
Nothing lasts if it is baseless
Pigs are racist
Triple K mentality absolute hatred
Slangin' them drugs
Bussin' at mugs
As revolution is awaited
Prayin' we're not separated
Feeling more so isolated
We can't fail
Never jail
Need no bail
Hells bells heard in a cell
Drowning in a wishing well
With sins we cannot show and tell
Abandon hope
Across the globe
Relatable
Temporal lobes
You gotta keep yo shit together lady
And stay alert of situations shady
You fuckin' with these dawgs then
Be quick to flip a bitch
You sellin' dope
You not yo mama
An appendage of the drama
11 overdosin' on pills
You understand why a niggas
Pinning measure pushing pressure
Putting pleasure in possessor
Of your being as professor
Of a lesser
What the fuck are sheep to do
The wolf devours shepherd
Time to become a leper
Dye your wool
Black as the sky
When niggas gotta
Send a message
Female stigmata beautify
The glass is full
Love is a blessing

[Bridge 1]

Your will and your vibe crucified
Queen of Darkness get you bothered.
Living fucking traumatize
It is death before dishonor.
Kill a judge. Off his head.
Fuck his wife. Whore his daughter.

-Verse 2-

When a thug have life in the paint
Terra's voices romanticized.
Be advised tidal eyes
Remember your lullaby
More will die. You had cried.
Went underappreciated
By a guy going inside
You too young to look that faded
Hell and Heaven both are gated.
Be careful what you sign
Know what everyone is about
Retributions sound.
End victorious.
Executions be on blood. They gorey.
Heavy names in the morning.
Fuck yo sorry ass story
This vibe right here is real nigga walk
We'll stalk said snitch summers sought assault
Blackened bills
Ballistik bold

-Bridge 2-

Them times when chicken
Pussy tricks tell the
Game as the real thugs
Reserve it to be sold

-Verse 3-

Dove in royalty trapped
Wearing the blindfold
Lost your v-card at a party
Under the influence of
Bacardi and your crush
You never snitched
Virgin binary
No way around claimin' you
Do the things the way you do
Getting ya nigga sprung
Oral while loading gun
In case of an ambush
Smoking on that green kush
Links to the burning bush
Bets are into the roots
Balance attributes
You've proven yourself, baby
We're losing our fucking brains
Warring infinite time
Fighting amongst each other
Whilst we're pushing a line
That is prone to drive you insane
Relief is in time
To a banger without much
Is it worth it
Give a nigga afterlife
If that is what it is
Trust to dust
Family tense
Looking out for niggas
That we may have to hush
Who of us are to say
That we are right
As well as just
It ain't no time for sex we
Ready up, kill the lust
A lot of traitors poppin' up
When bread is in the picture
Niggas who say they'll die for you
The same ones in Jesus scriptures
Kill sisters, brothers double-dealing
With the other side of Heathens
But your boy ensured they regretted
12 gauging your face to pieces.