No Issues, Pt. 1

Talkin' down on me, then I might come and get ya
Walking with the reaper, yeah I really meant my pistol
Pick you up for daycare, you one my of children
Tough on internet, so we cleared the picture
223 rushed up in, gone get ya
Know that prayer was long at the family last dinner
Shortly after that in came tha russian hittas
Choppin through bodies so you get the picture

We gone get you it's no issue
100 round drums, bet 80 gone hit you
Sneeze i'll catch you, mama gone bless you
Like the last song them prayers won't help ya
This call of duty, & the bus just left ya
T's yo last stop yo last stop them drills won't help you
Should've asked god, i'm the real weapon
This yo chance, yup he just met him

Ridin through the city so come press ya issues
Gone wipe his nose, kleenex no tissue
Left him leaking in the driveway, didn't hear me
If 12 ask my nigga we didn't hear it
Swore before gods so you know my thunder is vicious
Make the beat jump like pots in the kitchen
You remember timmy turner, yeah I'm Vicky
Gone chop em up, yup time to get ikky
2am and i'm riding through Memphis
If you want the heat, then you can come get it
Shot from the back so you know the car rented
Excommunicado, yeah I John Wicked him
Couldn't have wrote that with his pencil
This rap fun, you know my business
Do a drill on my op then go take pictures
Put you in the grave, that's a underworld commission

Gotta AR that shoot with precision
Put you to sleep, you can call me the dentist
Came out the lab so I guess Ima chemist
2 sons now so I gotta move quickly
Talk about them, prayers won't get it
Gun off Armslist, time to get vicious
Piss on you, so you hear me clearly
Piss me off swear you'll hear it
Choppa singing like a fat opera edition
Could be opera by the way you singin'
Counting this money this green light season
Won't stop now so don't tempt me
Remember my sound, it's the last you'll be hearing
Play with me family tree, leaves go missin
Cold hearted nigga, nah I ain't crippin'