said he was a killer but
he twistin up the narrative,
he only pulled the trigger cause
he handled it with carelessness,
bullets didnt kill em so
he died from the embarrassment,
glock made that nigga hip hop,
Mr. Herrimen,
if you knew that nigga was a bitch
then why you marry em,
plus he a bum so
there wasn’t no inheritance,
noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact,
talkin from the gram cause they
aint with the combat,
tryna hide his face in his hoodie,
head down when he walkin,
cause last week he got hit
for the talkin,
lookin up a different place to live,
he can’t afford it so he tryna get away with
not payin for his kids,
shawty in designer,
she scammin for all kinda pay
that devil that wear prada be
proud of me like im hathaway,
brodie shit was laced so now he
hulkin off the gamma ray,
never beat his demons now he
treated like a castaway,
chalked the 40 hour
started rappin for the better pay,
so niggas like my brodie could
try and find them a better way,
told the opps im one with the Gods,
so when they shot,
all the bullets went around me
and they got hit with the ricochet,
niggas really sleezin,
hope they stop breathin,
he aint get the shot
now he rash like measles,
*bop bop bop bop*
sit ya ass down,
you is not hot, nonstop,
shittin on you clowns,
pack like the man
but i still pack a punch,
straight from the gutta but
lookin like lush,
beggin for music
im like whats the rush,
all these rappers be pushin they shit
and it sucks,
“Guess who i saw?”
Bitch i don’t care,
Im tryna fuck if you wasn’t aware,
How you the homie and you wasn’t there,
Zoomin in on my pics like
“I was right there”

have his momma singin a church song
tell her get over it,
he was doomed when he came out
the womb,
and it aint no peace in the tomb,
have the goons pour vinegar on
the flowers so they never could bloom,
matter fact he won’t even get buried,
left the body in the trunk,
they tryna find the car like
“Hurry down to Murray’s”,
yeah they fuckin with kid like
a furry,
bitch i came from the dirt,
so don’t be askin why im doin em dirty

said he was a killer but
he twistin up the narrative,
he only pulled the trigger cause
he handled it with carelessness,
bullets didnt kill em so
he died from the embarrassment,
glock made that nigga hip hop,
Mr. Herrimen,
if you knew that nigga was a bitch
then why you marry em,
plus he a bum so
there wasn’t no inheritance,
noodle ass niggas be afraid of the contact,
talkin from the gram cause they
aint with the combat,