The Unforgiven lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t. Woo. Ain't nobody got no more weed? Aight. Uh

[Verse]
Seventeen blunts for my seventeen fans
Spit more sixteens than I can hold in my hands
Controlling ya fans, molding my plans to execute you
Bodybags was free when I paid n*ggas to shoot you
Looking at rappers nowadays like who's who?
The screws loose, one fist can beat two dudes
Top-notch nugget, I can merch it
Seen sh*t without eyes in public
Pusspops n*ggas still searching and they 40-years-old
Show you a lot of things, but I won't show you hope
Come to my house, man, we blowing the dope
Your momma think n*ggas bagging up soap
Shouts to the people that's living smoothly
I'm Forrest Whitaker in the forgiving movie
Uh, toxic waste got me ready to mop a face
No morе words when the chopper spray
Uh, lot of rappеrs wishing I was gone
But I got big plans to walk out my home for the next five centuries
Everything that's happening is meant to be
Every n*gga that's buzzing in the Chi they went through me
Bend the cheese in one fold, I can't settle
It is a girl's world, but this a man's ghetto
Chop down the brick, hop in the whip to take trips
To these rappers just to smack off their lips
They won't talk sh*t on a permanent level
I've done knock n*ggas over the head with rusty shovels
Now I upgraded to Gucci, you can lose me
With all that bullsh*t, that's why I run through sh*t smoothly
n*ggas drinking the carrot juice
Motherf*cking big-ass rappers, I ain't never scared to battle you
Knocking n*ggas out with beers
And I know these n*ggas is b*tch because the FEDs is near
[Outro]
Woop woop. I'm out. Damn. Y'all called the FEDs on me? Must've knocked a n*gga out, dawg. I'ma cover you, good dawg, you go ahead handle your business. Aight, yo, I'm out