Shots be going off
People run they mouth
Fuck round and get popped
Then they wonder why
Product of they're environment
That's how
Or they claiming places
They don't be round
Crabs in a bucket
you wont make it out
caught em loafin
Sitting in the whip
And gunned him down
I ain't fearing none of ya
They sacrificing youngins
Just to get their numbers up
Just to get their money up
This shit is killing me
They really be killing B
All this hard work to get to the top
Now they wanna kill me
Fuck em
I'm sending shots
at my enemies
Better duck em
Spraying up the spot
No need to aim
the fully
I'm sending shots
I shoot better than you
with my left hand
Ambidextrous with that A hern
Mel Gibson with that lethal weapon
Shout out to my Brave hearts
No pats fan
If You haven't heard
This is shots fired
at the enemy heard
Cuz I heard
They some Jays
And they mocking like some birds
Fuck nighas
Just wanna be heard
Caught em slipping
so we swerved
Bent the block
Driver hit the curb
What the fuck