Texty:
Half A Mil Can I Trust You

be. With a murder on my shoulders, Now I'm a straight O.G. I couldn't trust a nigga in my family. So how the fuck you think I could trust you. You don

in a half If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger Or a 6 shooter

to the arch equals I'm real I'm Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil' I'm killin' y'all, matter fact I'm killin' myself In a category with

you 300 bars, then said I'm gone But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact They say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of

Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand You want a niggaz smoke I want a

you can feel I grind for mines I don't cheat and I don't steal I'm about a half a mil from a half a mil And I'd still be this real without a rapper deal

and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from Niggas run when we come, I bust my gun Cause I'm a bum from the gutter, You better know It's Murda!

you can't understand. How I can just kill a man. Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster. I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics. Watch like a

you niggas got sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you