How do i get used to
the pain in the city i cruise thru
i know my flow is complicated
but dont let it confuse you
the life is hard
but homie dont let it break you
i know the streets are hungry
but you can't ever let them take you..
inhalin grass fumes
bustin hollow tip bullets at goons
just finished another contract
so i should see some cash soon
i did the dirty work
you pay me to keep your hands clean
want me to shake on it
but dawg i dont know where your hands been
never trust betta bust
cuz my gats got a bloodlust
dont wanna be in my reach
when this skitzephrenic's blood rush
cuz i'll take you down a couple notches
fuk all the clothes and the fancy watches
like to keep it low key and blend in
while the whole room sits and watches
holdin your breath
call you and left you hangin
got you holdin your death
call me the shaper of endings
cuz im moldin your death
i'll buildin up to the finish
cant hold me back you'll be dimished
the ghetto popeye wit my glock high
and the buhdahs my muthafukn spinach
the end's is on its way in time
but i don't wanna hurry you
lyrics set to mass murder
dont need a shovel to burry you
i cut to the core homie
y'all fakes aint nothin but grazes
your styles fugaze
my swagger awes and amazes
you couldnt faze this
