[Verse 1]
Uh uh, Uh, Uh
Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends

Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the $#&@ing ^!$$% face 'em
But I'm still trill, still holdin
Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid

Veins pumpin ice
First some 15 keep that king pumping right
Hard white, cold cash

Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas
No $$#
Straight head (*##$, I'm one a from the feds

$#&@ comma raps, same G and canna
All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana
Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism

^!$$%z be burnin up their gums until the $#&@ing hammers hit 'em
Who need help?
Well until then I'ma take that mac off the shelf

and hold the $#&@ing street hostage
Blowing smoke out my nostril
Every breath is a step to a non-time in death


[Hook 2X]
I wanna know where to go

Need a place in my mind I can rest
Cause this time is running out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up


[Verse 2]
You know me; I don't need no introduction in this

Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist
Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects
I live in all, just pencil the best

Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a slide back
Mother$#&@ers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open

You understand?
Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap ^!$$%z is trash

I don't give a $#&@ how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me
Keep it real dog, you'll die to be me

You wanna know how it feel, don't you?
To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards
And live life against stars

Doing 170 screaming "!#@* THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car)

[Hook 2X]


[Verse 3]
Where the $#&@ them ^!$$%z at? We gonna handle this beef

Turn your mic off (*##$; see me in the street
$#&@ peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is finish
I don't know how to tell until I'm in the morgue

Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid
Without the extra clip ((*##$), try me I'll puncture you
Had ^!$$%z waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like

"Ayo I'm dead"
Can a knight $#&@ing princess Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice

They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause take a breath
Things ain't just the same for gangstas

Sleeping in diamond, it's $#&@ing up the game for gangstas
While charges tryin to ring a gangsta
Through it all I maintain my gangsta


[Hook until fade]