Raid

You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus

Never bothered me, strong arm robbery

I went from countin’ Jelly donuts to taking the most

From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes

Look I’m all grown up and I dun blown up

N-gga aint much changed, in fact, things are the same

I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger

You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya

I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood

Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes

I’m bad news, you n-ggas know the verdict, I’m filthy

Drop Phantom is milky

White on white, 24 inch blades of steel

Red eye smoking that bomb sh*t

N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire

50 back running round this b**ch strapped

Hitman for hire