gunplay verse was wack?

you nikkas heard what i heard?
loud ass lil nikka yeah i hear ya
but the guns won't save ya and words won't shield ya
life worth less than a ten cent bullet
if there's a box even the best get put in
arms crossed in a suit that he prolly look good in

in a yard full of graves you can fit a whole hood in
rifle on the dresser now ya life is under pressure
one clean head shot make the wall all messy

you know nothing bout that life youngin
i know this kid in a old school ride, that he died young in

got hit 6 times less than a hunnid
that's what happens when a hunter catch up with the hunted
guns. butta. pistols. powder.
sticks. bricks. is you trill or coward?
make up ya mind can't straddle that line
middle finger to the punk judge, gavel and time
i think mega bout to do a whole mixtape with harry fraud if my instincts are correct