[Verse 1: Marcellus Juvann]
I see the end of the tunnel my visions clear,
20 years and I'm still bringing that fuego dope to your ear,
Who am I, I'm the push to the kick and snuff to your snare,
So keep your heads in the vehicle sending kush in the air
these n***as mad that I'm alive,
I know they rather I was dead a broken honor, break the fall a bullet wound straight through my head,
Write a letter to my folks that always knew I sold dope,
deep down in they hearts but they ain't know I take it far,
yeah I take it way deeper, need to,
go and call a preacher get the reaper cause I'm bout to set it off like queen Latifa,
send a message to my girl I know she probably tryna reach us
and she probably won't believe this, black beeping and caught the fever
bout to blow up on these leasers they sleepin, I'm steady creepin with my left eye,
Satan tryna k** me for these features yeah you damn right,
somebody call the coroner,
It's been there when they settle down in Florida,
bring it into euphoria,
It's blood drippin from this mud sippin b**h i'm thugniffit
tongue flippin,
frequent blunt hittin I got no pickets, no kitten,
Ice bong grippin every song sh**tin,
while I'm thong grippin fine women leave'em all limpin,
try to block it out but ain't no use for that sh**,
abusing the clip,
co*k back I'm losin my sh**,
I need help,
why they ain't tell me ain't no rules to this sh**
never get use to this sh**,
I'm gettin ruthless as sh**
now a note to everybody listening this came as a shot
cause I keep my composure, keep my emotions on lock,
now don't go playing all my songs just cause a n***a got shot
like I had to kick the pale to get some sales,
why these voices in my head screaming "drink, muthaf**a drink!"
Another voice saying to me "Think, muthaf**a think!"
I mean ya'll never did sh** for sale,
Oh well,
Guerrillas, I'll see ya'll n***as in hell
[Hook]
They tell me do the right thing,
but how I'm supposed to do that when I want these nice things,
a couple gold rings and a fat gold chain,
this life that I'm living bout to make me go insane,
end it like Cobain
They tell me do the right thing,
but how I'm supposed to do that when I want these nice things,
a couple gold rings and a fat gold chain,
this life that I'm living bout to make me go insane,
end it like Cobain
[Outro]
f**in tired of this sh**
f** this sh**
*gunshot*