Def myself man, fuck
Drag-On, act on with the team, its gon be a sad song X bring the day and the night Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, it right
Moves is made, is paid, that's just how it is When my time is up be out but I'ma try to live I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin about it Act like you don't what I'm sayin then you read about it
Built for war like a Smother yo' ass too good a pillow Hear my shit is Manic depressive and my hurts
Since theres a dead thirst I'll wet Now wait a minute it gets I control what I own inside So I it out on the soul of that kid that died
Spit fire, cross niggas barbecues Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, And put him speechless, when I him eat this tip and you can follow grip
You be Kim and aint gon swallow shit Don't know the half, couldn't know the To the wrath of a man split in half But he got what he wanted, shot for hundred
Shit is tight and a nigga right gots to run it Aint no question, that's how I get Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here take fo' Hot things I got things make niggas spin
Put niggas in the wind, you never see niggas again a nigga with fifties the thin types And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your
Drag-On, act on with the team, its gon be a sad song X will the day and the night Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, it right
Drag-On, act on Messin with the team, its gon be a sad X bring the day and the night Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, it right
Drag opposite water more than a order My flows cause then bring holes Takes more a pump to out this little punk 'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, I burn to hell
Call the police and whatever don't seize And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, em throw Drag some keys Don't care how oyeas I gotta make believe If you nervous, you don't deserve it please
Cats stealin gats probably will get hit Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, this Since a tiny kid like, Mommy buy me she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit
Like at that, now look at that slide it in my book bag I'm who, parents point they fingers at, Get that hoodrat And put it back, tough, while y'all cook crack I'm cocaine, me in the pot, I rise to the top
your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough Cause vest only protects that chest And if I to get ice, don't get to fascinated
Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed Double R got me comin hard on you Cause we the streets and y'all belong beneath that
Drag-On, act on with the team, its gon be a sad song X will bring the day and the we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right
Drag-On, act on Messin the team, its gon be a sad song X bring the day and the night Cause we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it