We'll be right back.I whip up a batch, I was anxious.Turn one into two, I'm finessing.Life sentence for my bro, God, he had a hard bell.Two times told him do right, it was all hell.Those nights trying to do right, it was the hell.My guys seen him lose fights, then they lost sight.Black out, lay a op down, turn him roll kill.Locked down, 22 hours, ain't pay no phone bill.South block full of some cowards, but we got shooters there.Andy, we banging these wounds, they turn to souvenir.Shorty, she was playing, ain't waiting, but I forgave the lady.I was in the kitchen, just whipping like it was culinary.2012, I was in Truie and had some shots.It's with me, Brody, he was walking that Louie, but he ain't buy it though.Niggas at the up, it'll run up and get all kind of smoke.Now we buying Burberry Gucci, got all kind of dope.Get that gone, we're just so un-peace.Shell spread off when it's the pumpy.He got gassed and took it too far.Cold ass heart, I'll knock his toque off.We want smoke like it was hookah.I think I said that bar already though.*.He out of press, can't get his mans back.Oh, where he go? He gone.Bullets in hands like it's a do-right.They put him on him and he gone.My heart colder than an ice bath.So cold.Your shorty want angles on her snatch high.I give it to her and then she cut, bow.Turn on the flash and I record that.She recording me too.Ha, * you, pal.Welcome to death, bro, this is gang line.I was all alone and I lost it.Brody do a drill, do it often.Where would I be without coffins?All the lessons learned got me locked in.I was all alone, I was trappin'.Used to wrap a pack and started rappin'.I whip up a backpack.I whip up a backpack.I was anxious.Turned one into two, I'm finessin'.I was all alone, I was trappin'.Used to wrap a pack and started rappin'.I whip up a backpack, I abuse it.Turned one into two, I'm finessin'.