Death To My Enemies

Death to my enemies shots at my adversaries

Fully loaded magazines shits getting kinda scary

Paranoia all the time they want me dead

I got a vest for my chest and a fitted for my head

Two loaded Glock 9s all the time you know I stay strapped

it's hard to fall asleep when your worried about the payback

Karmas a bitch she always finds way her way back like a stray cat that's why I strapped

I don't know why I'm hated on constantly

I hear screams in my dreams and there haunting me taunting me and there creeping me the fuck out

I smoke too much weed I need to calm the fuck down

Walking through the hood like I'm Rambo fully loaded arsenal plenty of ammo

Baby says I'm crazy says I need to see a shrink I said boo all I need is to use some Buddha and some drinks