Only if it was a Routine
I've felt a terror since the public era began.
My nephew barely learned about Stan.
Smoking was my daily routine.
It's been called lazy routine.
I used to have the temper of a king.
And the robe with my honey Queen Bee.
Now I got the Gat in my backpack.
I used to want lounge back.
Have a sick Gat.
All my honeys want to chat.
But I don't even have the name.
If I'll ever have fame?
If I gotta carry my Gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot.
Only if you don't wear a vest .
People think you're righteous.
Not with a tight dress.
But with a nice dress.
Wear some nice suit with some nice shoes.
And make sure you carry your .22.
I really wish I had a crew.
Seen my girl with a few.
Came up to me asking for beef.
Only if she knew I had two .22's in my shoes.
I really wish they hadn't hollered,
But to get gain a few .
We gotta kill a couple two, three or i'll just go for twenty.
Only if you could kill me too.
I'm not the West Coast or the East.
I can't represent.
The north has too much pourin'
But the south is where all my Queens have the mouth.
Where people are scared .
They just saw me wear a ring.
I don't even know why he went off running.
There's always a change
and theres always 1 way.
How further will I make it barely 16?