Face Consequences

All that pop shootin' niggas don't get no tention round that
A nigga play we send sum shots, come get busy round that
A real killer lay where you stay
Tryna up this bitch take off his face
Like fuck the jakes they get behind, gone take them bitches on a chase
Like I'm Tay-K gone do the race
Roll another opp up to the face
They know that we can't leave no trace, but we put bullets in the wind
Send another opp up with his ken
A nigga play he die again
If you in that smoke you bet not choked
No waving white flags when we spin
Just like I said, I said again, them bullets cross em' and his mans
We gone spin like a cellar fan sense he want be a middle man
And free the bro's up out the can, they got em' lock up during ten
And they ain't never coming home
'Cause all this sinning ain't gone end
And all a nigga do is win, give a fuck about your ken
Brodie told me pick up the pen, got in the booth so I go in
And they don't never want see me win
See all the hate all through they lens
Click that switch up on that button, that bitch play like vollin
And you know I'm wildin'
I keep a rocket, like I'm Houston, ion sparing nobody
A nigga play we send dem' bullets to his fukkin' noggin
Them niggas say we outside no we ain't fukkin' hidin'
No we ain't fukkin hidin'
All that pop shootin' niggas don't get no tention round that
A nigga play we send sum shots, come get busy round that