Paint it gray
Wrist dismay
Homicide
Everyday
Break the gates
Kick yo door
Can you hear my loud turn snow
Can you hear yo chick turn snitch
The creepa round the corner reaper
Trigga finga itchin feenin for the razor Ion phase ya
I don't care about it all
Cause eventually all the money fame is gonna make me fall
I'm tryna stay isolated sedated under the medicated
Burnin the sacred capes
And learning the murder tapes
This ain't no 60 minutes
It's over in 30 seconds
Ain't no sloppy seconds
When I'm blessing with the Wesson
Gotta keep a session for those rappers who need a lesson in jug n finessin I'm tryna do this as fast as I can
But it's impossible to keep up with the struggle
Went from football on hudl to workin thru the hustle
Long sleeve camo jeans with the green lookin mean
Narcotic dreams of runnin the scene

Yeah this music shit runs in my veins
Pouring codiene on some ice to keep it sane
Must refrain
All negativity
Y'all ain't hearin me
Exploitation on the daily y'all gone remember me
When I'm 6 feet under
Sinking like a ship I plunder
And I ponder on my next move I wonder
Eyes set to nothing Stevie wonder
I'm just sittin back stress free purple leaves 3rd degree in these murderous streets can you see
How I'm livin my life
Only write when I cyph
Red dot right tween my eyes
Roll the dice sixxes poppin up twice and
You see that boy doin him workin on his own
Workin all alone blunts blown he's forever unknown
To the public just a face
A whole notha disgrace
This ain't no arms race
A Demonic state of grace
My mentality is best
Locked up in a safe
It's best who know what the fuck goes on in this day