The rhymin, kunivan, murdering rap star/
Your Looking for a death threat in every bar/
Stop looking at me don't steryotype/
why do you judge, i'm not that type/
If what we said was real, we woudn't feel/
We would be heartless and woudn't be real/
Shooting guns and blowing of heads/
poppin meds and runnin from feds/
half of that is a memory, of what used to be/
the rest is just a dream of what we want to be not what we see/
DEEP shit
