You aint a killer

I told Candice
Tell them to hold that pen tight
Thumb over the top
For a killer ass drop

.45 blew a nigga outta his socks
And you still walking around
Kid you sound like a fuckin clown
Talk about choppers like
What now?…
Rappers fucked the game up
Shit aint the same
Everybody clap them thangs
Even in irrelevant situations
Cooking breakfast
You aiming
Talking reckless
Like you sippin REMY for breakfast

Niggas know the stress
Of holdin four pounds
Cradled like newborns
Tucked in the draws
The loose floor boards
Lumpy pillow cases
Leghty court cases
For being courageous
Judge like it’s 10 o’clock
Saw the same 4 cases
Shit must be contagious
Sensitive thugs
Sensitive to touch
I swear niggas talk too fuckin much

T rue
.
I feel you
.
D icks are acting hard

Viagra junkies - i mean - patients
Testing intelligence patience
Ignorance has a fucked up waiting list

Remember the Duct tape days
Plastic bag
Over a nigga face
I never did that shit
but
I’m just saying… LOL

Brooklyn Bitch!!!!!!!!!!