It's 'cause I'm a better man than you Rick 'Cause I can be here, I'll fight for it(Like) But you come back here and you just destroy everything(M Row) (Jelly Onnat) You got a weak boy (Quak is on the beat, yo) We ain't got the first clue on how to fix it Raise your gun- (Boo, Like) Damn, damn Like I had to TP from the drillin' I'm keeping it P, 'cause the cops really watching my vids They said I'm promotin' the killin' I just let it be known that the opps really flockin' at kids Y'all can't wait to see who? Oh that's Mikey Rowe, I really be flocking to live Kapp9ine, don't cap in your tracks, you never got back since the day you got beat up on vid' Get out of the booth and go pick up a gun, like bitch, I already did Jay Hound, next time that you speak on my name Make sure that that track that you makin' ain't mid Jay5ive said he know where I live Like, why you ain't blast? You know how I get, maneuver, black for the fit A-after I'm done, I'ma switch Relly Gunz got hopped, kicking his legs in the air On the floor tryna yell like a bitch Stop saying my name in your tracks, you never got back You just went to the stu' to go diss What it's gon' take for you to start crashin'? Why the fuck is you outside lackin'? Target practice, and you not active Pick up your gun and go start clappin' Like up it aim it blast it Spin by myself, no distractions Movie action, not doing no cappin' Spin trough hop out, I ain't doin' no passin' Came through five times in a week, it's a habit Light on my gun, I call it a gadget Like, we the ones causing a madness Hospitals, funerals, sadness Farewell, he in a casket Free throw, caught us a basket This for my fans who don't wanna hear sad shit Like let me turn on my savage (Word to bro) Fuck all that talkin', I don't care for no threats **** got shot in his 'jects Bullet went through his back to his chest He was breathin' for air, he was tryin' his best Why the fuck is y'all tappin' ya'll necks? Like **** got shot in his head Mad niggas died its not making no sense Y'all never got back and that's word to my dead (Skrrt) Not countin' no scenes, nigga saw me in traffic Flick a-a-and they was shooting from deep Glocks, shots, they automatic Click it watch how the bullets repeat Send shots through my sweater, he ain't know that I had it Made it back, mission complete Empty the clip, bullets at it Now on my side, right back on the street