The Unforgiven

[Intro]
Shit. Woo. Ain't nobody got no more weed? Aight. Uh

[Verse]
Seventeen blunts for my seventeen fans
Spit more sixteens than I can hold in my hands
Controlling ya fans, molding my plans to execute you
Bodybags was free when I paid niggas to shoot you
Looking at rappers nowadays like who's who?
The screws loose, one fist can beat two dudes
Top-notch nugget, I can merch it
Seen shit without eyes in public
Pusspops niggas still searching and they 40-years-old
Show you a lot of things, but I won't show you hope
Come to my house, man, we blowing the dope
Your momma think niggas bagging up soap
Shouts to the people that's living smoothly
I'm Forrest Whitaker in the forgiving movie
Uh, toxic waste got me ready to mop a face
No morе words when the chopper spray
Uh, lot of rappеrs wishing I was gone
But I got big plans to walk out my home for the next five centuries
Everything that's happening is meant to be
Every nigga that's buzzing in the Chi they went through me
Bend the cheese in one fold, I can't settle
It is a girl's world, but this a man's ghetto
Chop down the brick, hop in the whip to take trips
To these rappers just to smack off their lips
They won't talk shit on a permanent level
I've done knock niggas over the head with rusty shovels
Now I upgraded to Gucci, you can lose me
With all that bullshit, that's why I run through shit smoothly
Niggas drinking the carrot juice
Motherfucking big-ass rappers, I ain't never scared to battle you
Knocking niggas out with beers
And I know these niggas is bitch because the FEDs is near

[Outro]
Woop woop. I'm out. Damn. Y'all called the FEDs on me? Must've knocked a nigga out, dawg. I'ma cover you, good dawg, you go ahead handle your business. Aight, yo, I'm out