[Verse 1]
I'ma kill shit, spit with the sickness
Young mothafucka bringin' heat, dollar bills on my wish list
Long live Biggie, I'ma never miss Christmas
Creepin' up out the tomb, I leave a witness suspicious
Like hold up, I get buck
Used to have a stutter, now I never give a fuck
Comin' up out the gutter, now I’m boutta double up
Never let my mother suffer, we gon' get the fuck out the rut
You’ll never hold me, hear the sirens and the police
Nikes on my feet, deep on a soul seek
Thinkin' about the times I rеfused to see in 3D
Now I'm seein' everythang how it should bе (Uh)
On the microphone I’m at home
Rippin' and trippin' up on the flows
'Til my eyes glow, ya go slow
Boy tell me whatcha know
Shout out JGRXXN, Schema the posse stayin' on the go, bitch
Keep the same face even when the wind change
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate
They resonate, with the lines I create, elevate to a state of revelation and regenerate
This ya fate, rhymes clean like Colgate
I be rippin' it quick leave ya jaw dropped, no way like okay
Sxmpra got the plays
Now riddle me this mothafucka, where the fuck is my pay?
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn Beyblade
Pull my damn card in five parts, that’s an end game
I'ma keep it goin', blowin' up like grenade
Sippin liquor from my cup like it’s mothafuckin' lemonade (Uh)
And I just can’t stop, I'll drop heat 'til I pop
This a 24/7 shop send shots, like a MAC-10
Back when I could give a fuck 'bout a never really has been
[Chorus]
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all 'bout?
I don’t have time for the precious games
Boutta pop off, so remember the name
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all 'bout?
I don’t talk when there’s nothin' to gain, we ain’t the same, bitch, stay in ya lane

[Verse 2]
Kick dust, let 'em bust slugs like Teddy
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready
I’m a stone cold villain, next to Willem sittin' steady
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti
I’m betting
Half the scene still wetting they bedding they getting petty forgetting I’m getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I’ll be letting ya get me or I’ll be wrecking the setting it'll be ya head that I’m blending bitch (Uh)

[Verse 3]
What’s that in my backpack
You don’t really wanna see me get that
Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck
Pussy mothafucka better step back (Mmm)
Better step the fuck back
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack
I don’t give a fuck pussy send who's next
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck
[Chorus]
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all bout
I don’t have time for the precious games
Boutta pop off, so remember the name
Roll 'round town, black tint, with the lights out
Bumpin' that sound, chase clout, what they all 'bout
I don’t talk when there’s nothin' to gain, we ain’t the same, bitch, stay in ya lane