You could either die in a box or a box Chevy
My Glock hold a bulk of my sins, it weighs heavy
The fiends want a fourty ball and I'ma give it to em
My daddy used to sell it all, that's where I get it from
Bill collectors, jail calls and he ain't coming home
I was moving pounds when minutes was still on cellphones
I just tell the hoes what I want, that's why my bread long
Niggas wanna flex and I shot em, that's why his head gone
They hit him with them hollow points, 'cause he ain't get the point
If niggas wanna kill you they do it and they ain't gon' tell you nothing
So I don't listen to you, we can get into it
And if you got something I want, nigga give it to me
I smell the bitching niggas
I just took a breath on this track and now it's hitting different
Sleeping with the roaches and rats, but now I'm living different
Swore to God to never go back, that's why I tweak on n
Rap like it's my last day, I'm in a bad way
I done made a habit of killing, I swear I can't change
Pull up with two bitches and they both eaters
I done pulled up with two cups and a two liter
Bitch I'm ridin' around town with a pocket heater
I done break that bitch's back, she told me go deeper
I done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper
I was known for making plays, call me the street sweeper
You was taking fake percs now you got a seizure
I got highs, I got lows, you want something cheaper
I say, bad bitch from the south with free form dreads
Contain myself when she call me, she wanna hit the bed
I told her Bitch we ain't fucking, but can I get some head?
And she like Nigga you tripping and left me on read
And shit, I would apologize, but I don't got regrets
At least I can sympathize, I'm fucked by the feds
Shorty why is you tripping? I'm gon' be famous though
My head shot gon' be lethal, bet I won't miss hoes
30 on me and nigga that shit ain't from advances
A nigga cross me by once and that's too many chances
Call me Michael, I'm killing nigga with deep voices
It's either dead or fuck with me and you ain't got no choices
Bitch I'm ridin' around town with a pocket heater
I done break that bitch's back, she told me go deeper
I done robbed two goofies now they calling me the reaper
I was known for making plays, call me the street sweeper
You was taking fake percs now you got a seizure
I got highs, I got lows, you want something cheaper
