Death 7 2016 Pharaoh (Ft. Wavy Jone$)

[Verse 1: Pharaoh]
Pharaoh
Yeah. Yeah
Catch me running from the cops in my Chevy drop top
They won't get off my back so I had to fire shots
I'm running out of ammo so I had to make a swap
I'm thinking I'm not ready to die no I'm not
Pop pop goes the uzi while I'm shouting free Boosie
Got a knife to my throat while I'm sparking up a lucy
My life is almost over
I'm running out of time
Girls kissing on my neck with triple 6 on my mind
God damn I'm a mad man
Smoking kush from Afghan
My clique run so deep you would've thought we a fucking clan
Yeah I can
Bash your skull with a fuckin rock
Put you in a sock
Popping off the Glock while I'm catching slop
Chop chop chop chop chop
Chopping up work like a robot
Asking where your bitch is, I made her body drop
Stop, stop stop, hold up
Pour another ounce in my cup
I be sippin' sippin' so much you would've thought I had enough
You say you caught a homicide
I'mma call you in ya bluff
Stop trynna act tough
If I catch you in public I'mma throw up [?]
Comin' straight outta hell
You would've thought you had it rough