[Verse]
Yeah
Some of my friends never made it past 25
I'm just trying to survive in a world with no license
Higher gas prices and skull crushed psychos
Spinning like M.Bison
I move like Tyson
[?] and start typing
Every time I get a turn
Who’s the man with the repo sign? and the 1-9-9-9
Operation: No shooting, kill a cop lootin'
Shoot these buzzer beaters and never tie up my loose ends
I keep these babies from boosting
Better lock my [?], 'Cause these fiends keep knocking on my door while I’m producing
Everywhere I go, I gotta stop and count my paces and keep a torn page of that Death Note, for just in cases, I'm counting faces
And if you get involved, ain't no surviving when you go against my [?]
Give no fucks and never put my hands up
Police match me but they can never catch me
I am the man of the 21st century
Put my body on the line to see if they will mention me
I kill a man, I kill a man, I kill 'em dead and don't pray for me, pray for my kids
Yeah
Who shot me?

Stay of his dick!