IIght heas my first

U see my clothes fold like clean clothes
So try to go up against dis religious gat if ur bold
Cuz wat u try to destroy me with only makes me stonger
But see niggas still hate when they gettin burned and turnin darker
Talkin like dey da truth but in real dey talkin caca
Talkin all dat like Im not afraid to use da glocka
Use da force to shake and rock ya and punture ur left eye
Kill and scar u so much da Congo niggas wont believe da act is rasta
So when da terror shocks ya
And da blood is drippin out like Pasta
Youll kinda feel like B.I.G ....... Who shot ya
So I dare u to try and mention my name this month
Cuz afta u do youll be lyin on da couch wit applesauce soakin out ur head if u front

Hopefully I get a vote this month