Slaw world

Hope us
Im tired this world of slaw
This fake illusions
My friend 
My homie
My dawg
Gun ?
too all of yall
Pulling the murder rug
These contract killings
Dont look down on people
My people is not tha ones out here
Thuggin
Explanation
On how a heart so big
Do small things
Huh just evil
Misery chain
Dawg thats how she got these home
The city please enjoy the scenery
This is where they burn it all
Play off
Daddys place
Up rose
All trophies 
New baby hear me
These worlds 
Are they really slaw
You dont know
Basically knowing the two
Left traces of blood
On your pillow
A day or year im just down street
Down look wit a black eagle
Biblical to dark too stop
Every one is a home
This rite man im his lite
Too close to my earlobe 
Hands are freed
A moma gillating
I dont dance
I just wanna stick something big in pants