Joben - Head Of My Class Lyrics

The guap in my pocket, shit leave you astonished
Head of my class aint nobody gon' top it
I got the rocket and it has guided missiles
There's no point in running that shit's not gonna miss you
We can get to talking if you got an issue
But the only sound you'll hear will be coming from my pistol
I got a big clip and hollow tips that will whistle
But not past your head I promise they gonna hit you
Cnd when you start bleeding the scene I'll be leaving
Making sure theres no witness who can give my description
I don't f*ck with snitches you should be minding your business
I got those prescriptions but I dont have a sickness
I take 'em, I sell 'em, shit sometimes I be mixing
But I stay so f*cked up I can't tell no difference
I'll have you begging and crying asking me for forgiveness
Dressed in all white call me christ cuz im blessing these bitches