C.I.A.'s File

I'm like a mafia.

I’m like a mafia, I will never be fragile.
These racist mother fuckers are telling me to go home;
Well, I’m exile. America is my home and I’m here to stay.
Bullets spray. Get out of my way and smile.
Do you love my style? It getting real now.
I’m like an ignorant, trying to educate me is futile.
I’ve said it before, push me and I’ll go buck wow.
Take me to court and I’ll still walk without a trial.
If the punk police murder me, the blood gang will riot.
And fuck the police, I’m tired.
Set these cars on fire and burn the tires.
Collecting Black Diamonds, Moonstones and blue sapphires.
Damn right, it was getting hostile.
Should get to know me, It’s vile. Now, I’m all settle.
What sup, Girl? Hello, Fellow. I’m the new Kyle.
Oh, I love granting myself new tittle.
I got depression, so it’s vital.
Life is a cycle. We be lucky to get recycle.
Back to blazing my M14 rifle. I’m trifle.
Gathering these dead bodies in a pile.
Cry a Nile. Meanwhile, I’m eating a Crocodile.
Entering my name into C.I.A.’s file.
Say to goodbye. I’m in denial.