You Finna Die Tonight

Good job. Good job. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Uh-huh. Look. Moving silent when I slide, I ain't say what

I meant. Pressure heavy, every move never gave it consent. Enemies posted outside,

try to step, they get bent. If I gotta make a point, then it's time to

represent. See my past in my mind, all the pain never left.

Trusting nobody, been alone since I stepped. Run it up, stack chips,

gotta always protect. If you ever cross the line, you be quick to regret.

Got the Glock, aimed at your head. Don't test my patience. Say you real but your words full