[Verse] It all started with a beer, now Im switching to pills Losing the plot and itching to kill Broke into a shop aimed at the bitch on the till Saw the cops, ran away but Im ditching a mil But Id rather be poor, than locked up in jail If you want beef with me Ill send a Glock in the mail Pop a bullet in your brain till your skull bones red Because I was only gonna pop the same bullet in my own head Ya phones dead, when youre try to call the pigs Sneak in attics reeking havoc, I know all the tricks Im tall with wits, you faggots small and thick Slip a bomb inside and give us ball to kick [Hook] I be living this hip hop till hell freezes over
till, bullet, reeking, ditching, pop