Lay Down

You can get popped its a possibility up in my vicinity poppin off with that hostile energy,
In a hospital when the doctor get at em when adrenalines mixed with an obnoxious temperment,
Honestly I got a monster pistol grip the 9 commence to spit non of yall exempt from it,
spit spit past tense from it, you get stiff from it, church mask in ya box from it. I will never let em give it to me. I gotta live to be one hundred and three. Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy, and receive my penalty nigg*..

(Chorus x2)
Lay down!(Lay down!)Imma man, man. I aint runnin Imma stand wit my gun in my hand, I got plans and a place to be.(nigg* lay down!)

I aint tryin to be c*cky wit it, but im the nigg* from the block that did it. Got a 9 thats livid. Aint tryin to see the box in prison, get knocked outta my position. Now I got a pot to pi*s in, p*ssed off motherfkers mouth off moaning. Prolly cuz he lackin girls, so his wack decisions get mad at the nigg* thats gettin em. Thats when he see that thats the nigg* thats h*ttin him wit a vigorous pistol over this rediculous issue. Dismiss you, in attempt to, take me out my mothafkin temple nigg*..

(Chorus x2)

get nauseated an artist made it, had it hard against odds and emancipated. To the floss big cars, God d*mn they hate it to see the lady they dated catering to the latest, shadiest artist, up in my radius. Get faded wit a plated revolver, Rated me R, haters get faded wit horror, erased, no faith for tomorrow. All cuz he think he hard, tough. Got a carcus, he was runnin at the mouth hush. I will never let em give it to me. I gotta live to be one hundred and three. Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy, and receive my penalty. Thatll be the end of he, tryin to cease my entity, its fin to be the end of his identity when I tell him to..

(Chorus x2)