i write rhymes/when im troubled bad/i channel negative into positive/louis vuitton duffel bag/hammer in da closet/da most lethal thing i ever had/if da question is if i could turn ya existence into a story/its definitely yes//too sick wit my pockets stick out longer then buff pecs//new breedz nigga//on a higher level//dressed in all red when you admire me//you lookin up to a devil//put you up in smoke like water in a kettle//leave you evapourated, its so true theres no reason to fake it//bitches say my personality shine way more than my bracelet//and i know the cost of it you chump niggas can only guess//my closet a jewerly store you in way over your head//for thinkin i aint got cheese//of course i got bread//and fake flowers for ya fam when you dead//i dont play games//im better than alot of you niggas on this site//but i wont name names//instead ill look how much bullets i got left//and leak a niggas brains//