whoo ohhh i d like to welcome everybody welcome everybody to the motherfucking padded room how many niggas fell victim to the streets rest in peace young nigga it s a heaven for a g i d be a liar if i told you that i never thought of death my nigga we the last ones left l look i said how many niggas fell victim to the streets rest in peace young nigga it s a heaven for it d be a lie if i told you that i never thought of death my nigga we the last ones left but life goes on and i ain t gon stop til a nigga see blood on the wall l look look look look maybe it started with the rims on the whip uh i lost the hummer push the benz through the strip but i ll swim with the fish before i lend niggas shit cause personally they ain t worth the phlegm that i spit that s why sometimes i think the end s coming quick my old ass father shot twins out his dick so if they so happen to come up without a older brother won t be alone cause coming up at least they ll have each other at least they ll have one another cause life s a motherfucker but while i m here my only job is not to see em suffer through dope boys shootouts stick ups and undercovers the world is full of suckers but don t worry i m your buffer buffer like i shoulda been for bj well he never listened to nothing we say half past 12 midnight on a weekday not even 20 hours past his release date this nigga hit him up four times one kick the heart and that kicked my heart call his pops niggas pick the phone up so he can come find his son lyin in his own blood on that block that we ran through house we grew up in corner we would post on shot dead in front of niggas we would be with so how the fuck nobody see shit and so i m there to be a brother to his brother lucky cause in the belly of the beast i know this shit get ugly get on my knees and have a convo with the lord above me maybe sometimes i hear him wrong i think he saying fuck me only he could judge me care less what they thinking of me cause honestly i d be aight if no one ever love me i write i only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe and i ain t gon stop til a nigga see blood on the wall y yo yo yo all i tried do is raise the bar see my weeks is scabbed up days are scarred still i love to see a motherfucker hate from far more they talk bout me the more i pray for y all i mean i don t get how prodigy gon acknowledge me when the nigga bout as big as an apostrophe for him to possibly think that he is hot as me is far from a prophecy it s more like a mockery used to be hip hop to me fore you bombarded me with everything ass like sodomy it s gotta be drugs four fifths and snubs what s that about nigga you can t lift the guns that you rapping bout but real talk i can t front on your old shit now you just old as shit not old and sick stead of holding my dick here s a better way never mind me worry about your medicaid shit s so unfair nigga beats carried yo ass most of your career wanna blog here s a reason how the fucks murda muzik anybody ever diss this nigga is still breathing jay z saigon nas already peeled him 2pac he ain t alive but you ain t kill him 50 signs the bum only cause where he was from put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him not a murderer a gangsta robber washed up 90 s nigga now a gangsta blogger me that underground flow strike like the pound blow your sound s old not even worth a download i would have niggas hunt you like a hound s nose problem is you pussy the whole town knows so why let the body count grow for some fiend out nigga now starring in a clown show and i ain t gon stop til a nigga see blood on the wall 1