Trill

If he get to talking crazy, we can really go to war then

You adopted darkness, trying to tell you I was born in it

Trigger finger itching, I been working on my forming

They gone think we pitching, throwing bullets like I'm Corbin

Yeah we playing the same game, but this shit ain't even close

I could drop a nigga, rock a nigga, have a nigga froze

If my man's trailing throw it off the glass like I'm Los

Got em watching, now they asking is he a hooper or a Coach

If you listen really close, trying to say I do em both

I'm a rapper now, I really got fire in my notes

Pushing crack into they ears, you could say I'm selling dope