[Verse 1: Heem Stogied]
Check
Uh
I'm 'bout to dump like a fat bitch on the toilet
N***as know, four-five, I hold it
Get my shit right, a bullet wound'll end your life
No drums, this shit is sounding tight
Hip-hop 'til the day I die
Fuck rap, 'cause all these n***as lie
Now how the fuck can I see eye to eye
With a faggot n***a [?]?
You catfish and you gettin' fried
I got the gun on the right side, gooned up
My n***as ready to ride
Bitch n***a, might as well commit suicide
I'm a boss, better show respect
Real n***as like to lift the Tec
Then we come back like Jesus wept
Get your crew swept
Street sweepers, ridin' around with heatseekers
Blastin' n***as out they sneakers
Heem Stog', the locomotive; I only got one purpose
But these n***as actin' nervous
So I'm givin' n***as hurtful service
Gotta get bread for these thoughtful verses
Tryna shake off these hateful curses
Bad bitches, yeah, they impressed with purses
Real bitches like, "That shit is worthless"
Heem Stog', no need to ID
I'm blastin' n***as in the fucking street
This raw dog grimy shit
Executive labels scared to sign me, shit
'Cause I'm thuggin', n***as think I'm buggin'
Nah, I need the cream
Shit is real when you tryna live a fuckin' dream
People hate, they ready to take my place
The slow turtle never win the race
Spray your face like fuckin' mace
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Check it, uh
Spray you like a aerosol can
Never been a fan of n***as' raps, I'm tellin' you, man
Learnt the trick of the trade to get paid
And split it up in sections
The block open you up, similar to dissections
Misdirections; took upon the straight path
K blast, them n***as prob'ly got the same dad
Seven day candles burnin', effects permanent
That's what violence is, you know we all heard of it
They draw conclusions based on Zodiac signs
Between white lines: another manslaughter crime
Surviving these bright times, been hated for a lifetime
Just tryna make it to the bright shrine
Uh

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
I'll put this buck in your face
Stab you up from the waist
Do a month and a day - look
You fuckin' with kids that don't play
Shoot your crib in the way
You won't make it out the day - look
I'll put the buck in your face
Stab you up from the waist
Do a month and a day - look
You fucking with kids that don't play
Shoot your crib in the way
You won't make it out the day, uh