I got somethin to get off my chest
It's a rioting; cause after this, it don't exist
I who have nothing, may have nothing
But I still got something that you don't, you don't
I who have nothing, may have nothing
But I'll always have something that you won't, you won't
Ey, what's happenin Primo, long time no hear from
But you're all about bullshit and we don't wanna hear none
So take your, fuckin drugs and your wannabe thugs
And your junkie lil' bitch from the strip club and get FUCKED
Still can't believe what the fuck you did
Fuck my nino, no fuck you, your slutty wife and your kid
Just a pain in the ass, that was some pains in my neck
Around here, you ain't feared you get no fuckin respect
So how's it feel not to be real, Mr. Big Man with the plan
But the first to run when shit hits the fan, c'mon
Who you tryin to kid with that gangster shit?
Lil Primo, you can't even be a gangster bitch
