Raheim Mack

Don't make me pop the tool it'll rock you dude It got the same scope on it that binoculars use If you reaching for ya waist then ock you screwed The last time ya mom'll see you is if she watch the news The funeral is close casket when the matic clap off ya whole face gone get chopped n screwed And I ain't gotta blast the biscuit, I'll cut you open with the same fancy tools that a doctor use Going against me, ah man that's risky, for the sake of ya own health, you better pray you hit me Cause if you miss me, we gone have some issues, I'll blow ya nose off and then pass you a tissue I'm disrespectful and I keep gripping the metal But that's what you got to do to eat when you live in the ghetto And when I make it out the hood ima cop me a medal And even though the hood hurt me, ima look back and say thanks man cause I'm not at all regretful