Blood Trail

Yo, when the shit cock back, and the game is on, aim not long, funerals ya favorite song, say peace, ya fame is gone, insane derange, more likely the same same ol thangs, we usta hang heavy yo, but the cheddar was bettah, cop the same leathah, right for the weathah, nevah I miss, just rollin thru this, the mist is cloudy, yo, all my goons yo, rugged and rowdy, so if I say I'm doin shit, just please don't doubt me, one hunnid, im outtie, drops was props, where the clout be, mad fire, to hot b, they pop c, usta think about, what do pop see, thе load must be heavy like thе car drop me, that shit has to stop me, but ain't stopped yet, I'm still right here rollin, imma fuckin poet vet

Ah two seater, wit ah few diva's, blew ah few, let'em see the life before they leave us, ride em sharp like knives, cleavahs, yo I fingered the blow, feeling on her beaver, ayo, she looking at me like ah muthfuckin creeper, I turn my testaments into believers, ayo, I'm old-school, hit'er in the king bleachers, a long blood trail, grab the pail and the bleach, plus the mop, and if I need it done, I'm calling my pops, out the mud tales, fakes dien, they fake ass hell, hammer the nail in the coffin, keep my faith as well, all of my jail time, I read books and got swell, I picked up ah few niggas when I seen they fell, ayo, cause when you on top, you got ah whole gang, but when you back to the bottom, I see the bodies bail, next asking foh shit, I ain't got shit foh you, I walk pass, no fives daps and I'll ignore you..