From the mouth, the gun is out. They run about, fun - no doubt. Son - I shout, in the pound. Sins around, chin - down. Live for the crown, we are together. It gets better, I’ll leave you severed. I change the weather, I am first. Died in a hearse, I ride the dirt. Lie to a skirt, count the feet. Can you hear, you can’t defeat. I make em retreat, you can not stop. I man the glock, been damned and shot. I damage the pot, it is cold. Live bold, I shiv the old. Give in the hold, at least. Crack streets, i attack peace.