Skippa - Mucus

I care where you from, give a fuck where you been through
Kill up on the weekend, time to sing truth
Boy, help me up like thin food
Chip lock, wrap it up and then we start it again
Say you miss a dead boy, go pon the morgue with your friend
Can't beg on my wife and it start it no end
Boy, dead in a bar with them rast niggas, they
Broke and run, so me catch them group up
Love when boy feel like him too tough
One inna the head, he laugh and shoot first
Blood mix up with mucus
Yeah, it's like them see some man a gold from a day
Ooh, she this a good boy, tell it