I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.
This is brain surgery. Ski masks on my bullets, let 'em commit brain burglary. Emergency, it's an emergency. Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy.
The only thing on the mind of a shark is to eat.
Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.
I don't need it to be easy. I just want it to be worth it.
I only listen to my music. I'm just analyzing it. Critical. Seeing what I like what I don't like. Say what I should have said. What I could say next time, what I should have said, things like that.