War crimes might drop napalm on the jects
Dirt bags lay yo lil homeboy to rest
Shotgun on me he should've wore a vest
If I go to jail scream free me till the death
Acting like a hoe strip a nigga out his clothes
Taking his amiris and paranorman foams
I see where you at got them uav drones
Paying off the crackheads walking round ya home

Don't get cut
Do not rush up
Don't get put
Do not rush up
Don't get touched
Do not rush up
Don't get fucked
Do not rush up