text: M16, Im reloading my magazine
  And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
  Keep my hand, on my gun whoa
  I dont think they want the beef, cause these type of problems aint fin to go away
  These friends Im packing with me, remind ya dont ever fuck with Trae
  And if these bitches get up in you, aint no need to pray
  Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away
  I still post up, and let niggas know I dont bar a thang
  Im gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rain
  And it aint nothing that can stop it, I promise you that
  I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat
  Now if they really want it, these niggas gon have to get it
  Im trying to put something on your mind, just so you dont forget it
  My M16, will be the reason niggas take a loss
  When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitchll rearrange your house
  The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
  But even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hot
  Im like original roster, who wanna run with me
  Cause what Im bringing out, dont think they wanna fuck with me
  I keep a heater, but Im known for my murder 16s
  Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16s
  So they M16s, tote a M16
  I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance mean
  In the streets of the city, it aint no love
  Them boysll fuck you quick, without no glove
  Im riding, in haters road blocks
  Them jackers dont stop, theyll blaze your whole spot
  So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
  And them Orville Redenbach Glocks, is on pop
  So P.O.P., I will P-O-P
  Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me
  In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be Xd
  They dont play youll be next, you better raise your protection
  Yes son, and just to see another day its a blessing
  So I keep a weapon, my
  Is it me Glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
  Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
  Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
  Me M16, taping off the murder scene
  Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine
  Me people dont even play me close, cause them dont know me
  Me dont want no company, me kick it with me lonely
  And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me
  But my grandmother didnt raise a killer, she raised up a Christian
  But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking
  Made me crazy, thats why I got no love for nobody lately
  And I told yall once before, none of my weapons have a safety
  Ru-run up on me once, Imma beat your ass down
  Ru-run up on me twice, Imma heat your ass down
  Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now
  Rest in peace, Im the king of the streets yeah