Denaun
gon carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle, hit you, while I'm shooting at 5-0,
some semi-automatics, for statics, the motto,
spitting like Columbine Kids, from Colorado...
slick criminal, the shit I spit you,
it's like a bullet that came back,
that missed & hit you
I say the type of shit, parents slit their wrist to,
need an anthem to amp to?
then this the shit to.
too many enemies on my list to sift through,
nobody got my back, but this tool,
sorry officer, I don't go nowhere without my....