Soul Cover

Straight from the good book, lookin' niggas get shook Fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me patting hand, writin' lines ain't my quote When I'm gone, they'll say a genius wrote it, take note I grew up without pops, should that make me bitter? Caught some cases copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this world, I move quick like a squirrel Lookin' for a slut with a fine butt just to get a nut