Man it's kinda like i'm something that you read about in myth
I'm a bloodsucking motherfucker creepin out the crypt
Sipping on some gold rims smoking while we rolling down the street
What i got? bet you ain't got these shits thats hanging off my feet
Got the money and the pistols all hiding in the dresser
But the way i got it setup got the police guessin
I bet you pussy ass motherfuckers fold up under pressure
Imma air they ass out and leave em laying on the stretcher mane

Worldwide so i don't gotta flex
Ice the wrist so i don't gotta chill
Right hand boutta pass thе blunt
Left hand boutta pop that pill
I'm a bonafide hustler
Slanging dopе and smoking weed
When i'm 60 bet ill still be selling nickels off the street

(Baker)
Eat sleep repeat my daily slaying is elite
Creeping while your dreaming
Under skin im getting deep
With the words that i've forgotten
Minds racing like im lost
Looking up into the moon
Think it's time to pay the cost
Heavyweight gut the snake
Put that bitch out on display
Show em all i've come to claim
And i ain't scared of any name
Stomping all the grapes
And any bodies in my way
I'm always hear to lead the pack
And dominate in every way
No sleep till the grave
Getting buck off in the darkness
Resurrecting evil sounds
All i speak and feel is heartless
No regards i'm breaking off
Keep yo fucking kindly words
With the clique we super thick
And now we've come to start the purge