iight young brah
ii got this spit fo ya
wow he think he trynna do that hard blow
yo, you must be crazy like Fidel Castro
who said ii be on your sack
nigguh im talkin guap stacks
you think you colorful like playdoh
little boy you must gone loco
oh yeah, you said you got rhyme
b*tch that shyt aint even worth a dime
wtf you dont own RO
nigguh you got some fail ass ego
hell yeah, sh*t gone microscopic
so now you runnin like a prick
dawg you said youll shoot me on the head
lil boy you just brought yourself to your death bed
iim the chic that fights till the end
so b*tch you better apphrehend
once you take that walk
you aint gettin no talk
all i could say is "see you down low"
because thats your next destination, young brah
this aint a threat
so just take this promise && try to prevent