Down in the back when I formulate
And you thought I was done but more remains
Grind don't work at a normal rate
I just do this now in a mortal state

Bringing out the K9
Cut up like a steak knife
Yeah I'm falling back but I'm
Poisoned like a snake bite

Crossing over state lines
Walking in a straight line
I don't play nice
I don't fucking waste time

Bitch I be coming
You got a kid in your stomach
He's even younger than the fucker
That you're calling your husband

Said that you're fine
Said you're loving your marriage
But the bruises on your face
Don't match the smile you're wearing

Down in the back when I formulate
And you thought I was done but more remains
Grind don't work at a normal rate
I just do this now in a mortal state
Fuck another price tag
I just say despite that
Thinking that you did it
But I bet and promise I have

Flip a fucking white gram
Pocket selling twice that
No I ain't a bitch
I can bet you Imma bite back

Bringing out the bricks
Got a pink script
Slanging out the back
Now I promise Imma whip

Smoking in a Chevy
Looking kinda heavy
Faded but don't fuck around
I can lower levees

Down in the back when I formulate
And you thought I was done but more remains
Grind don't work at a normal rate
I just do this now in a mortal state