Strollin down the street with this brand new appearance
Everyone has yet to see me in this skin that I’m wearing
Silence outside but in my mind the music blaring
Tend to keep quiet but them niggas keep staring
Day turns night and the block turns barren
Children outside street gang bike lights glaring
Alphabet soup spells trouble on my terrace
Parents all alto so they’ve stopped caring
Bloodshed, let the shits fly at his son’s head
1 dead, 5 more to go but they all fled
Go ahead, tell me bout ya day before you go to bed
Warheads, me and my niggas we want more dead
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just gonna drop shit here now