i ain't doin this for you to be enjoyin this i ain't speak to be spoken to and i ain't spoken to no one in a long time and i don't get a gun to run if i had a gun i'd run if i was a suspect to a gun then i'd run i don't own a gun and i don't run it ain't a run unless you walking besides me, it's you, not me. i ain't shooting without a gun stop shooting niggas ain't armed nigga legged hitting bitches to fuck niggas up something isn't you and someone isn't me. and a plus without a and it too many to see us, and youre desparate, it isn't disparately organized your crew and your anger, put it away, it isn't here: you are looking for God, he left, I'm here, and I'm you, to fight, too often, isn't too, then don't; it isn't to know i'm angry, i ain't running for you, to You, and not you, isn't the reason unreasonable?