Lyrics:::
part 1- he dies
damn im the man with the hands ask ya man
like Coli fam is he from japan? (MAN)
Listen to what son say like a sensei
Sun Tzu never listen to what men say
Never bummy Go dummy if I'm hungry
got Pills in my pocket go for bout 20
Kidnap ya kids in the daylight
Talkin violence in the streets just aint righ
Listen to this bytch rap, I let my shyt clap his wig crack
He wheezin, not breathin if I get even
Last minute in his life, look up get killed by a heathen
Clavicles crack off the kick back
You get that? Dont spit no fakkit raps
shyt is unlikely
You wish you could be like me
earn Stripes like adidas gettin checks like Nike
part 2 - hes buried
nikka you dont want it but you already paid the price,
like a soldier in war layin down his life;
Buddy Omar? he go hard?,
I open his motherfukkin FACE with a crowbar;
Buck fitty his face, razor move like Hattori
Cant stop this blade shorty;
fukk boy think this is Avon story?
You aint got a hitter like weebay;
Sno on the bluff..
rob ya shyt on camera then go home watch the replay;
Talk shyt about your D like Skip
You hide witcha coffee Steve A Smith;
Put my 9 on the line if you need a clip
Never me that slip, dont believe that shyt,
............it's so demonic,
I lace arsenic in his gin and tonic
You think he died from chokin on vomit
If you look in his eyes you could tell he ain't want it
saw knuckles wanta dip - u sonic
But the shyts ironic
Staple his head on a Vince Staples track while this fakkit die on it
I spit a round now my name iconic
Round 2 here we go im on it
This is more than a diss. This is an experience.
