[Intro: Al Pacino & ZOTiYAC]
I know all that bullshit, Seidelbaum
Save your breath, you got nothing on me
You know it, I know it
I'm changing dollar bills
Huh, right

[Verse]
I don't like to be the center of attention
I just like to be the ender of pretention
It's like a crashed flight how this'll all go down
Turn yo' world upside down like you into the dimension
All's fair in love and war
I got a intimate decision for you
What you love more?
Physical freedom or the mental?
Which ever way is good for you
Third-person view
I make it hard to look at like a intricate depiction
Deuce-deuce, interest wounds small like Mysterio
Come through, masked up, kickin' like miracles
Yo' bitch get behind you, she'll go where yo' spirit go
It go through you then hit yo' Honey Nut like a Cheerio
Serial killer, I'm bone-chilling
Catch you all alone sittin'
Chrome wiggin' out like fender to the dome hit 'em
Nine out, now yo' time out like you don't listen
Pull up some microwave and like a home kitchen
Give that boy a Spirit flight
If this n***a ride, he gon' pay more than travel flight, even though the baggage light
Trust I know the sky is bright, even at the highest height
We'll do you dead wrong, 'specially if the price is right
I don't like to fight, I like to watch the n***a fight for life
Blue and red dots poppin' out, look like Mike and Ike
Fuck what n***as heard, no bark, I bite boy, I'm the Tyson type
Get low, my left hold the load like I don't like the right
I'm nicer than smooth talkin'
Nicer than new carpet that you take yo' shoes off in
Nice as a good bargain, I'm nicer than wood sparkin'
When times get harder, you remember the good parts that you had when it get darker
Smoother than moonwalkin'
Pussy n***as run they lips, I call that a poon faucet
Red eyes, black rings around him runnin' through apartments
Like it's through the garbage
Outside like a raccoon stalkin'
.4 or .5 pound like a newborn baby
Make a n***a move out like a newborn baby
Got these mo'fuckers panicking like New World Order
Got these mo'fuckers frantic like the news reporter (Ayy)
I got a scope, n***a feeling froggy, now he gotta croak
The penalty is death, don't get change like a Audible
If a n***a owe me, I'm the IRS
I'm on his ass yesterday, n***a Y-E-S
If he ain't a heavyweight, my n***a why he flex?
Do not repress, 'cause I'll press and mines eat flesh
I can't promise shit, just guarantee a timely death
It's finally set, a clean scene, his mommy wet
The line that connect both soul and body, led
A batty boy, he pussy cat, his body bled
Fuck a ninth life, ten shots, die hard
Hit yo' I-R-I-S, get yo' eyeball wet