[Verse 1: AC]
Man I put that on my mama, I ain’t with that fuckin' drama
They say karma's a bitch, so you know I’m comin' for ya
Dripping "Blood On My Black T", from a hundred thousand sheep
I can’t trust no fuckin' snakes, that why I keep 'em on da leash
Red dot scoping on my enemies you gotta watch 'em close
Be the last to watch your back, but be the first to tie the rope
Triple 6 to the frontal lobe, my whole world is losing hope
You worried 'bout all these hoes, I’m worried 'bout getting dough

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Systematic pressure, growin' up with the grid
My depression settled in, and almost gave up on the kid
I never fuckin' took life for granted, and invested in trust
I been bustin' these nuts on bustas, drop my kids on a front
My mental state never had a comment, like Concept Vague was my project
Sometimes I’m feelin' so distant, for what the fuck I’ve been missin', listen
It’s just word a mouth, I never wrote it down
When my angers leachin' out, you been hidin now, like the devil's been around