[Verse 1:]
Whos back with the bars its the lord of dope
Lad Im 8 pills deep with a quarter smoked
14 making dark web orders bro
16 in the darkness snorting snow
I could tell you everything that you ought to know
What you thought you know is just for the road
I could teach you bout ways to make water flow
I could teach you bout the nice and the naughty hoes
And Imma take this horse to the old town road
Come up fast never sold pounds though
Cos I sold key-los of the brown and the snow
When the ice lights up then the fountains will flow
Like money comes and then money goes
So the cocaine trail burns through your notes
And straight to your nose, my mates losing hoes
Cos he gave away his heart just to move the dope
I go razzmatazz, having spaz attacks
I go psych with a knife when I battle jacks
And that white feels right I'm attached to rack
I got ice but it’s fire getting stacked in packs
I got 14 ways just to whip the rock
I got 14 straight of the wippa popped
I got jaw teeth face and my stick is locked
I got 14 days till the visions stop


[Verse 2:]
Burning buds, my bars so hot that they burning up
I sip bourbon cups, tell her drop it down low and I work the slut
Im apparently embarrassed that i work for drugs
Like whoa, whoa, what the fuck?
Im so proud of the fact got the dopest buds
You keep talking that shit but your coke is cut
So Imma walk with a stick for these hopeless cunts
On A-PVP, Im on PCP
With the flows that are dope like Im Eazy-E
I swap white for a mic when the scene is heat
So forget everything that I seem to be
Im a warrior, on some tribal shit
Im gon body ya, cos Im alive for this
Ain't no friends in the game its survival bitch
This gon end with the brains of a rival clique
Splattered on the walls, no false recalls
Remember my ghees gripping poles and swords
We go Voldemort, I remember my brothers on that Doll support
In a hole from snort
But we came out the mud with the AKAs
Get caught with the stuff then you make fake names
And tell a snitch that they don't wanna play blame games
Cos I spray paint names with the stains from your veins
I’m an exorcist screaming death to pigs
Screaming beam on a bean till my neck is slit
And if she wanna go hard then Ill wreck the bitch
Until she's left in a ditch fiending better pips
Im hyped up, iced up fiend for the pipe cunt
Threes all my life cuh, beats are my lifeblood
Snakes in street they try to divide us
Till yall line up and you bow for your highness
[Verse 3:]
I go spastic, batshit can a Rasta pack it
Wraps of the gack getting wrapped in the plastic
My raps finna pop like I'm dropping a fat bitch
Back on some badshit spit like Apache
B-b-b-b-bitch in the backseat
Fucking with us so she suss where the jacks be
Duck like a crackfiend, move like a track meet
Weave and avoid then I dash like an athlete
Everything I do about making cash
About weighing out points and then making stacks
Cooking shabs in the lab like it's breaking bad
I'm too far down the road I won't make it back
I'm too far gone I might risk it all
I might say fuck this and just sniff a ball
And then hit the clubs and pull bitches cuz
And throw hands with their mans getting physical
I'm a god to a bitch, pray to the lord but the crosses are flipped
These rocks in a bic got me up to the roof like I’m dropped in your drink
Like I’m up in her top cos I'm off of my tits
I’m fucked up, still faded lad
Still rewind that and replay the track
While I'm blazing bags in my vapormax
Till I can't stand straight and I'm shaking lad
I go psycho, I’m a weapon with a tight flow
Wreck another mic bro reckon that I might go
Lose my shit, duck lights from the 5-0
Risks that we take anything for survival
Right hand in the air taking lights to the bible
Burning disciples, church in my eyeball
Met with the wrath of envisioned outrival
Till heads on the floor like the prisoners of ISIL