Welcome to The Murder Capital

I'm the young nigga.. that wasn't suppose to make 16.. a kid never debating much but life ..see i was a geek.. quick witted and cleaver but never did what i didnt want.. i did it all not because i wasn't raised right because i didnt want to live right.. im a kid right.. now im 18 thats was 2 years ago 2 years more than my first life expectancy i made it to 20 debating no longer because im living plenty.. moved from DC to TN now im back in the D.dot.C welcome to the city where the petty niggas rob for some shit that faces north.. knock you head to toe then jock you real close..remember when I was a bama for wearing Vans and DCs looked up the next year they was rockin the same bama shit when I woke up had a closet full of A&F,Aero, and Holister I was a white boy with no white tees in sight.. woke the next morning and they was all on that white boy shit i learned real quick now i walk alone in the valley of shadows where death may creep up hated on mostly and im still just me..J.A. always been him cuz Stephen was too nice I smiled through it all and never lost my temper even them fuck boy so called friends from back then who still saw me as just him yea yall remember him too nice to handle my shit im handling it now call me out i dare u come at this nigga wrong ans see how nice i stay..

fuck outta here im done rappin bout the past/ niggas underestimatin'/ yall gon needa gas mask/ no chemical warfare/ im only choppin bodies up/ i aint poppin dummy slugs/ this aint no movie here/ leave all that dumb shit in the air/ so if you no dummy duck/ im aiming at you chest so when you duck you gettin face fucked/ pump'll leave ur tummy tucked/ and your back cracked/ im in DC/ its the law to stay strapped/ we rep the skins here/ mothafuck cowgirls/ bush aint neva say the DMV stood for dallas cowboys/ go get them pompoms and fuckin mini skirts/ we rumble with them hatchets thatll leave ya skull cracked/ I copped a few pump gauges for the rising gas prices/ 12 of that hot shit or I'll leave em 16 cold/ do ya math body split in 32 parts/ yall in trouble nigga/ u can call me young crack on call/ bring it to you/ or when darkness falls/ catch u slippin drunk on ya stumble/ real quiet, quick swing leave u on that tumble/ u off the guestlist to ya own funeral now/ no body found so no relatives in town/ we do it real G/ keep fuckin with me/ ill shoot up the crowd/ handle it mafia style/ the niggas i hang with/ keep a 44. by they waist/ they'll hang you by ya toes/ and stick that dick up in ya face/ imma monster/ i keep no emotional ties/ kill who you want/ your set'll drop like flies/ keep playin/ an imma get out like plies/ get my money or im squeezin in between her thighs/ think i care bout a bitch/ no money spent/ but ill put that dick in her back/ betta ya the mac to her back/ spell my name an shit/ show you the meaning of murder capital/ cut her up and spell my name in all capitals/