Still in these streets
'017 with the shotgun spraying like seasame seeds
Don't put the emoji over the thing, just let me see
Strangle the pole, now he letting it breath
The mash on F, could never be E

Know that my man's letting it [?]
Rusty one, can't fit in my jeans
My n***a KZ still serve to the fiends
My n***a S still with it on his deen
Had a kitchen on my waist when i was like 16
Don't tolerate no snitches, rambo knife is like 15

WD40 covered in greese
In the station coverеd with powder
Coulda been proud of