I Personally Wouldn’t Have Released John McCain Ghais Guevara

[Verse 1]
Niggas 42 and tryna bang
It's time for jazz now
Youngins fucked you up cuz you can't hang
Oh what you mad now
I can't do no beef
I'm steady trippin bout dis cash cow
Tried to spin the block but we
Got lost and now we assed out
Black power fisted a cop's wife
The VVs on the bezzle feel serrated like bread knife
The rifle got a Hubble
He can shoot from a mad height
But only if I'm losin in the one on a bad night
Stop tryna atone
We the type to give glass cannons a stone
Let it known
Doin dirt from the block
Straight to the phone
For the throne
Niggas know that that ruger sine qua non
If this my last time seein' ya eyes
I love you so, tell the folks
That I'm tired of thuggin' through obituaries
Niggas fake mad
Know the death threats be temporary
Scary hours for rappers that
Let the labels do the talkin'
That rebellion ain't comin' from in the office, nigga