SALEM - CAPULETS

Money came with lotta problems
Shit got me like hell naw
Ask me what I'm doing, my life is shit to tell ya
Ain’t selling these, though
We don't really need those
(?...)
Smoke some powder, have some clean throats
I'll be rolling down the papers
Crushin’ (?...) those
I don't think I feel those
He ain't really coming back
Put that on my soul
She ain't never get a summer back
Acting like you really want it
Boy, you get it laid down
If I hit your face and started spraying, daddy laid there
Probably heard me laughing with a cold stare laid dead
(?...) stayed there
(?...)
If we go, then they come with us
Ain't no love to those, who's you? We ain't fucking wit ya
I could see the only way I learn to live and make the loot
I could see the way I move,
{crazy eggs and dirty juice?}
I'ma put this shit on full right here, then I make ’em choose
Keep ’em on their toes, and they go, and they better know
I'ma hit ’em dead in his nose, and he better show
I don't have to apologise for shit, that's another day
I'ma get that little bitch poked ’til she run away
What the fuck are those? What they for? I'ma let 'em die
I don't see the row, I just close, I'ma let it fly
(?...) too, and I'm new, that's a promise son