my tune

2 2 shells,
Raining hell,
Interview room,
Bro don’t tell,
Shh tried to run but tripped and fell,
Backed my borer chinged him well,
Ah well don’t yell,
The ops just sing like adele,
This rap shit make me excel,
this trap shit make man generate,
Pass me the wap I’ll demonstrate,
Or dash me the yank I’ll penetrate,
Now the dinger got a new number plate,
there whole blocks covered in yellow tape,
One got md,
………..
another exd,
Shh got jacked cuz he tried to flex,
B did that and said what’s next,

Demon kid but he getting his checks,
Whip got shot my bro was vexed,
Ringing man said put on the vest,
Said no point they aim for legs,
Cats need feeding serve them pebs,
Dem man rats , talking to feds,
Bout them times we hopped of peds,
Sick man,
I ain’t got no meds I don’t need em,
It’s shotgun season,
Hang ting beating,
I’m so cold I got the mic freezing,
Wap in the bag and Yano I’m squeezing,
Squeezing tryna turn man to ash,
One tried ride on the 9 got slashed,
His bredrin watched as the work got mashed,
Dropped his shank span around and dashed,
Didn’t even chase leave the fucker,
The block been Smokey now I got a tucker,
Listen,
The day in the park tried taking my shit,
They saw me reach for the ting hip,
Fear in there eyes as they tried to chip,
Sweeped one’s legs and done up his shoulder,
Had to go back and report to the older,
When I told him He was gassed,
Did that shit no Bally or a mask,
When I got home I started laugh,
Blood on my skin red in the bath,
Callas,
Callas,
Shhh got done in his ass,
Shhh got done in his ribs,
Shhh got done in his back,
Tried get back for the equilizer,
5 pounds of pressure,
And one got dropped,
Raised my arm his ballon got popped,
I was his plug now he can’t get a box,
His bredrin tried it he got chopped,