Well, the only survivor that attacked for the 700-year-old man was one of the three leaders in Chicago Hospital.
He couldn't finish it because Chicago Police were taking a search for a gun that was possible for a woman.
Hey, what's up, honey? What's your tone?
My bitch, she finna stick you in the closet.
Know she steady, hey, she uncomfortable.
Know what I'm saying? Bitch, I ain't fuckin' playin'.
Got the GTA, we finna take you out this simulation.
From the dirt to IG models that my crib ass feel like latex.
Don't pay for your sins up in the church, you pay right in the street.
In Chicago with my Glock, my niggas rollin' 30 deep.
Shawty, I'm a Glock star, everywhere I go, I'm VIP.
Don't list out my name if you ain't never touched a hundred Gs.
Nigga tired, I bet I frown, we gon' put him in a furnace.
I ain't got, but put that little hoe on her knees like prayer worship.
Nigga dissed my name three times and now his little bro in the dirt.
Everything all calculated, I don't lean on stone or turn.
Same bitch, used to curve, now spend my tests like what's the word?
Nigga talkin' out his neck, then he gon' have to bite the curb.
You ain't had a bitch all year? Look, bro, you practically a virgin.
All you bitches is disgustin' this whole crusty, dusty vermin.
I link the I-hoes before I buy a Prada purse.
If we rob your *, gon' take it back, no refund, reimbursed.
Shooter got a thousand yards, still questions later, shootin' first.
My shooter got a thousand yards, still he look like lil' dirty.
I don't wanna deal with you, bitch, you too complicated.
Nigga died, my bro be laughin' in front his mama, you for taste.
I can never chase a hoe, unless her last name in a Franklin.
So gassed up, in the dirt.

And this bitch, but I ain't losin' concentration.
When I hangin', do it look like I'ma say you *, nigga.
You talkin' bout me, but you tryin' to ride the way you *, nigga.
That whole P, *, lil' bro, ain't nobody * with you.
Water overflowin' like I'm drownin' in an office picture.
Live my life with no restrictions, two glass man on a mission.
We ain't talkin' bout no license, when my man said he flippin' switches.
We ain't talkin' bout no barbershop, reviv, when I say clip em'.
Put up on me, Tommy Egan, niggas fun to cancel Christmas.
Play with me, an easy feature.
Inside edition.
Gun I left, inside my jeans.
Right hook em', like we fishin'.
Spent your last dollar on a bitch, college super trick.
Seventeen, gon' leave you empty, niggas got hit with a vision.
All this work I'm pullin' in, right for the bag, I must be rushin'.
Yo bitch ain't been * good in a minute, got a shaky gushin'.
We could * a million times, but I'll never ever cuff him.
Chopper * his face up so bad, made a nigga look like cuff him.
My bitch, she got a skelly in my closet, know she steady hatin'.
Uncomfortable, know what I'm sayin'?
Bitch, I ain't fuckin' playin'.

I can't name drop, the police gonna try and claim a statement.
Think you bad bitch, you just another on the fuckin' wait list.
Don't pay for your sins up in the church, you pay right in the street.
In Chicago, with my chop, my niggas rollin', we elite.
Shawty on my Glock top, everywhere I go, I'm VIP.
Don't disown my name if you can't even pay a parking fee.
I'm a cop, I'm a cop, I'm a cop, I'm a cop, I'm a cop.