[Verse 1: RAMBO]
This is a written blueprint so listen to this music
I'm a murderer slash cupid because I love the beat love the streets
And the street love me so that's how its going be
I stay in the hood I'm not Jon B
Its Rambo I got an army, I sell weed and i got it on me
On the block you can find me with a Glock and its shiny
And I'm grimy I'll put a bullet in your head
Then one in your leg so you can drop dead this is thug life like Pac said
I spit clips and talk lead pop pop drop dead
Come to your door knock knock (gun shots) you sh** talk
Get hit with clip sparks or do a drive by with six darts
I don't stop when the beef starts see me in the street and get robbed
People die when I'm pissed off I got missiles that will lift off
And put your body in a gift box, you can shoot back but you missed dog
I gotta about nine lives, nine nines, but if you rap I got nine rhymes
Ayy yo I think I'm past my time, pictures
[Hook: XENO]
These are photographic memories worth a thousand words
From the blocks to the broken curbs
Smoke exhaled from the herbs, pa**ed on from me to you
I'm just me these are my memories
Photographic memories worth a thousand words
From the blocks to the broken curbs
Smoke exhaled from the herbs, pa**ed on from me to you
I'm just me these are my memories
[Verse 2: XENO]
Broken gla**es in the hallway the life we live is crazy
Babies making babies
These photographic memories of hard times plus the struggle
sh** we been through strenuous thoughts and f**ed up issues
Empty kleenex box on the floor full of tissue
I hit the ses just to get through
Smile photogenic often respected by the next man
But haunted by my past, I walk the aves and hope to get up out the ghetto
Switch lanes from the fast so I don't hydroplane and crash
I lost my closest fam, the victim of the street life damn
My memories are forever sealed in a frame adjacent to my bed
Ghetto king please visualize everything I said
A tear drop from the eye of sorrow
Praying to the Lord for the sight of tomorrow
What is it like when you can get smoked for a dollar that you borrowed
It's a shame but these pictures in my brain
Lead to my distant memories
[Hook: XENO]
[Verse 3: RAMBO]
Crips and Bloods, p**y, b**hes and thugs
Spliffs and d**
This is only half of Rambo's math the other half is Bo's staff
Better known as Bakdraff
Yall don't want to feel the backlash
I'm a blue collar with black cash, and stay in fatigues with a black mask
And stay in the streets with the black ma**
So many pictures I write rhymes so many scriptures
I f** dimes, so many b**hes that its ridiculous
I'm on a mission
I ain't got no beef stop riffing
And tell your girl stop b**hing
I'll be over just listen
Come here b**h