I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Picutes of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin
Although I’m worldwide, baby I ain’t hard to find
Why I spend most of my time on T dot O crime
Watching for thievin I’m cautious it’s like I’m barely
breathin
Puttin a bullet in mutherckers give me a reason
See me and hope I’m intoxicated or slightly faded
You tried to play me now homicide is my only payment
I’m addicted to currency in this life I lead
Why the uk you cowards be runnin, too scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherCkers picture livin life after a night of fu**in
around with me
And if you don’t like this rhyme
then bring your big bad ass to T dot o, cause we ain’t hard
to find