This is a verse from a song I got called "Its Whateva"
Real talk, Im bout tired of these dudes
a fuckin nicotine patch couldnt even keep me from smokin these fools/
Its to the point where I just dont care
u run up wrong Ima leave ya head leakin like u washin ya hair/
Im quick to raise hell as u can tell
I'll leave yo block lookin like a beach when I finish emptying shells/
Beefin with me is when u meet ya fate
cus I'll tear u out the frame like a picture of somebody I hate/
These boys is like the radio thats why they get they heads blown
cus every 5 minutes they singin a different song/
Where Im from living by the G-Code, thats a must
if u dont then u might get ya fuckin head bust/
I bring terror but they know it aint no killin me
so instead they murdered the doctors that delivered me/
Step to me and I'll shank ya
the MFG on my girbauds mean mothafuckin gangsta/
Money u dont stack it, iron u dont pack it
the only hood that u ever saw was on a jacket/
Chances, u got one more, I let my gun blow
get wrong and Ima leave yo family mourning like Alonzo/
At the door u betta check it
cus my hood is like the paint, come thru with that bullshit and get rejected/
Literally I was born in the street
the cracks in the concrete opened up and gave birth to me/
Real talk, Im bout tired of these dudes
a fuckin nicotine patch couldnt even keep me from smokin these fools/
Its to the point where I just dont care
u run up wrong Ima leave ya head leakin like u washin ya hair/
Im quick to raise hell as u can tell
I'll leave yo block lookin like a beach when I finish emptying shells/
Beefin with me is when u meet ya fate
cus I'll tear u out the frame like a picture of somebody I hate/
These boys is like the radio thats why they get they heads blown
cus every 5 minutes they singin a different song/
Where Im from living by the G-Code, thats a must
if u dont then u might get ya fuckin head bust/
I bring terror but they know it aint no killin me
so instead they murdered the doctors that delivered me/
Step to me and I'll shank ya
the MFG on my girbauds mean mothafuckin gangsta/
Money u dont stack it, iron u dont pack it
the only hood that u ever saw was on a jacket/
Chances, u got one more, I let my gun blow
get wrong and Ima leave yo family mourning like Alonzo/
At the door u betta check it
cus my hood is like the paint, come thru with that bullshit and get rejected/
Literally I was born in the street
the cracks in the concrete opened up and gave birth to me/