Letra de Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell

The one pulling all them robberies The boy who's born from scarecrow Came up from the slums Walking product of the ghetto I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes Round and round and pound for pound Life going in a circle From pentagrams to Instagram How I mainstream the 6 Them boys can hate I got their fate Suck on my dick AKs all around me Wanna die Pick out a stick Grave been dug Load up a slug Lay him to rest up in a ditch Southside shorty Outside early morning Not a knock Empty out the Glock dot in front the 40 Turning you into a pouring 40 Or I'll come back when you're poor and 40 Take it how you want take it as a warning Don't ever ignore me Hide behind the door Me and the follas bring the storm We'll keep it coming Mixing up milligrams with millimeters 9 in the chamber Got 30 inside the heater Bloody nose I smell the reaper Smoke surrounds my steps I'm either choking on breath or reefer Coughing till my death I'm eager Leaving all my fans as grievers