Street Justice Mr Smith (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

They doubted that I’ll ever make it this far
I’m shitting on them now cause I was piss poor
Swear you down to kill with that steel
But that steel don’t make you real
If you can’t even win a fist war
So fuck it, I shoot back at you cowards
Your death the pastor announces
Because we acting on violence
It’s either that or keep silent

Always testing nigga back and back on a challenge
So what’s your choice?
It’s kill or be killed, what?
This life for me was given
It’s pimping or prisons
Visits over missions of your digits
Getting questioned, for nothing
So where you from, you fucker
We busting over discussion
It’s justice to get concussions, huh
You asked for it, might as well get cashed for it
Price is on your head now it’s leaking from the dashboard
Cold world, so keep a heater
If you never trust in Jesus, let me make you a believer!
Meet him
Cause you would do the same
Take aim at niggas brains
And wouldn’t care of no one names
I shot ak’s, handguns and shotguns
Justify your pride, I would stand I would not run, I got mine