O AND K

This is cherry

i like feet....................

HARE YA GO

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (god damn)