a gun and a tulip, the beginning of your end,
from the burst the of the bullet till the flower was placed on your lid
in a class by myself, and I don't play with you kids
I'm suttin like a special type of muthafuckin minus drool and the helmet
switched out the flash hider for the Russian compensator
so we can go hand to hand or the silencer's picking out you hot potatoes
I've gone without water, even gone with out food
but I've been gone before all of those above were depleted when it came to my mood
I'm brash with a split second fuse, deadly enough to shank a fat man with a tack
ya'll tryna be Rich in rap, I'm tryna be the Rich in rap, Alpo's the old alias but I don't snitch and rat
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KNOW YOUR MAKER BEFORE YOU'RE MADE TO
I know the ledge, his sister's a jumpoff
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