[Verse 1: The Musalini]:
Woo, uh, yeah, we back at it, baby, uh, alright, uh
Baby itchin' for a lick, tote the tools up
I'mma put her on the strip, no prints on the burner
In the booth, only wrote been murder
First class, rose from the dirt fast
Made money on the ave, but now I rap
Overlookin' contracts tryna get stacks
We came from the mud, look at where we at
If the love ain't real you can have it back
Gotta watch who you dap and adapt to the change
They wanna see me fall but I had to feed my brain
Sold drugs in the rain just to pay rent
My heart got cold as some days went
It was ready rock
Fiends cuttin' weight, they was jumpin' in the pot
38 shots left you slumped in the drop, told my bitch peel off
Pedal to the floor and I lit another blunt

[Chorus: Blass 89]:
Pick your poison, I made peace with mine
For my words our words are redefined
Sacrifice or the sacrificed
Sleep in the afterlife, I'm after mine
Piece of the pie, won't stop to lie
Increase the size, aim to shoot my season high wit' yo' bitch
I'm gettin' by, you should live how I wake up before it get in duct taped up, uh, BUCK!
[Verse 2: Blass 89]:
No longer dream, no longer fiend for love
If it ain't 'bout the hunt, then don't be seekin' us (Word)
Got hoes, make a n***a leap like hot coal
Hit the stove where the pot go, cook up 'til I kiss the Sun
Keep, whippin' my wrist even though I miss my son, it's all for the family
TRUST what are we without it (TRUST)
Loyalty keeps my blood pumpin' when a coward dies a thousand times (Braa!)
I'm going out with my head high on top of mountain steps, come with me, the Devil screams
But I work hard to listen to my heart
Envision God everytime I speak
Look to my own speed, I'mma make them wait
Witness took time, I'mma make them pay
Indicate what they, she understands the sacrifice that's why when I'm on
They won't have a choice, but to give my accent price
I ain't ask a nice
38, Mus, 89 then fire you out the booth

[Chorus: Blass 89]:
Pick your poison, I made peace with mine
For my words our words are redefined
Sacrifice or the sacrificed
Sleep in the afterlife, I'm after mine
Piece of the pie, won't stop to lie
Increase the size, aim to shoot my season high wit' yo' bitch
I'm gettin' by, you should live how I wake up before it get in duct taped up, uh, BUCK!