My peoples
Smoke Feta
My peoples
Sh-moke Feta
We must maintain G-status
Based on technicalities
Ill nature
And our future
Fuck! Work with the mic, work with the mic

I put the pedal to the metal, and that ******* Rag-Top
After I left him in his backseat choking and hopin’ that his life won’t end tonight
Had to take him for his fifty, ’cuz it was so tight
Hit the corner an’…in a minute I’m ’bout to decorate somebody mortuary with bone dust
Fuck ****** I don’t trust, they venomous
I’ve been a musk rat ****** like you ain’t had
How you takin’ short breaths, sign your death, bloodbath
For the ****** that part like ’Bama weed
Taking them for they three-fifty, get nifty
Hit the corner real wide and with me (what’s that?)
That’s where that green shit be
Fifty sack, then I’m out with a bitch that I don’t know
’Bout to hit the Mo-Mo, back to lose a ho, gain a ho, so
Who’s to know, who’s a ho, uh, like me I’m not
When I’m living at my momma’s house, ah, in the back of the whatchamacallit
Doing thangs us ****** do
Get me another one of them faulty bitches perkin’ off the O.E. brew
Then what you do? I smile in they face
Then leave the motherfuckin’ body in a casket case, I’m a basket case
Every day, all day, till the day I die, I’m a kill ’em all up, fill ’em all up, lick ’em
Real ’em, deal ’em, dig ’em a ditch, then stick ’em
Black-out, black-out in the light source
(Die on the cross)
Feels like pause
(Die on the cross)
Feels like I’m lost
Black-out in the light source

Black-out, black-out in the light source
(Die on the cross)
Feels like pause
(Die on the cross)
Feels like I’m lost
Black-out in the light source

My ******
I’m off this motherfuckin’ O.E. bottle, on the throttle
’Cuz these-ah lil ****** is catching up, grabbing the Tec and butt
Stab in the neck and struck, body in the back of the truck
And strap the Mid-Evil-tape to the dead body
Maserati, John Gotti, made *******
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinking in the river, take my
Kindness for weakness if you want to
I lost my baby Nivek, can’t take it, what a ***** do

I got voices in my motherfuckin’ head
Choices to leave motherfuckers dead, platinum red, sat on a bed
Put my motherfuckin’ strap down
Put my hands on my face, I gotta beat this motherfuckin’ case
Black-out, black-out in the light source
(Die on the cross)
Feels like pause
(Die on the cross)
Feels like I’m lost
Black-out in the light source

Black-out, black-out in the light source
(Die on the cross)
Feels like pause
(Die on the cross)
Feels like I’m lost
Black-out in the light source