Mac 11
Never gone to heaven
Break yourself
Grab my weapon
Snorting resins
Seventh ward
F*ck the lord
Bitch i burn the f*cking chruch
Shooting oxy
Burn your f*cking body
I aint what you wanna embody
Shoot your shorty
Counting dead bodies
This is where you finna lay
Eyes are f*cking grey
Chervolet flying off the brigde
Bitch you wont see day
I'm a god, call me Kratos, pistol pop, at the angels
Running from me cause I'm fatal, I might be a little unstable
Opposition running, bitch I'm hunting them down, got Glock
Hit the town, might be cocky, but I'll drown him, we're sadistic
Bitch, got some slit wrists, masochistic, bitch, buying big bricks
Selling this, shit, soon to be rich, f*ck around, bitch, you'll get hit quick