[Immolate]

All of my opps got one thing in common:
a hole in the noggin.

went ghost he was jogging

he on posters in projects

candle-lit vigil.

i'll give you a visual. code red, critical

bitch it gets physical

light up the vigil

& hit where your moms
kill all the nonsense.

& yo
fuck your bros. yea they gotta go
we wasnt gone trigger ya sister & then u came with the bomb threats

we move like the feds. in silence, like, dead.
niggas on meds, tweeting out threats
we creeping while you leaning


making a pussy of yourself's a good way to get fucked in the head.

NG wet where your broads at
& we know where your dogs at