Lyrics
Word up son, word
Yeah
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real niggas who ain't got no feelings
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son
He's just a shook one
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
Son, they shook