[Intro]
Make the enemy beg for mercy, fuck
They're not listenin' anymore

[Hook]
Gang outside, oh the gang outside
I don't give a fuck where you hang out by
Whole scope shrunk when my hands got tied
Take a wide ass shot, hope it pans out right

[Verse 1]
See my claws clean, wait
Bite talk, no bark when I talk mean and what I talk I mean
And I do it properly
I went to find the sauce, It wasn't taught to me, I had to actually plan it
Lacking a standard of culture, I'm only attached to the planet
This big ball where we don't have any manners
Its Grifball, I'm fighting gravity hammered off half an onion
Cry at the sight of it, too much design in my mind when igniting it
My truth lie in the lines, It be time after time 'fore I find my enlightenment
Swervin' the signs of my siphoning, text when I drive, I be trying my life again
Roadkill poet gon' spit from the ride, then I turn up like Allen and die on the side of it (What?)
Ready for anything, keep a heavy thing
Pretty penny well spent in this renaissance
I don't know many men who do many things
Had too many attempts, they won't let me pop
When they run with my style, who they crediting? (Huh?)
It was con from the start, no professional
I know me, fuck the charges they levying (Fuck that shit bro)
Still pack on me, all times
[Hook]
Gang outside, oh your gang outside
I don't give a fuck where you hang out by
Whole scope shrunk when my hands got tied
Take a wide ass shot, hope it pans out right

[Verse 2]
I'm charging that shit to the game
I'm a part of it, hardly could give them the blame
All of this shit is the same but I already started, decision were made
My honest regards, you kids are insane but a lot of that trauma is literal pain
All of it written again, I chart out the target and stick in a lane
I can't stop, everyday I be okay, not
Set rate, I pick up the pace
Momma I'm sorry, I did something great
Can't go out like Ye, no stock in a race like all of it fake
Might as well start, we were already late
I want the knowledge, the conscious innate
Wait out the spawn and I pop me a eight
I wanna see god, I pop me a eight, Hieronymus paint (Wait, wait)
Patterns are wrote on the wall
It seem like the white pharaoh life a mistake, we highly mistaken
Contact high, I like information
Split that pie, I'm Christ in the grain
My bread rise off psilo, I'm banking
Rest of my life, I'ma spend it awake
Fuckboy, this how we do it over here
[Outro]
All dogs go to heaven
All dogs go to heaven
All dogs go to heaven
All dogs go to heaven
All dogs go to heaven
All dogs go to heaven