but wait a second, I ain't even went that far, I can't stay away
Well fuck, I said I don't stop
Can I talk to you real quick?
Motherfuckers ain't ready
for that first round knockout
Notorious infamous soldiers
ready to pull the Glock out
this criminal comin' back no doubt
Still makin' high power moves,
Livin' this, flippin' that,
makin' money, droppin' trash
Rollin' low bodies in the back,
Ha ha, I'm sippin' silver sack
where the homies from the silvers at
From the spot where the crops grow,
And to be honest I ain't feelin'
it, you can keep the change
While I sign a dotted line,
All these fools are lukewarm,
Still runnin' circles round you levels
You can never tame us, or change us,
Just got home from touring
So now I'm just counting cash,
smoking blunts as I laugh
But I'm addicted, I ain't taking no breaks
In the crime, like dropping trash,
And, uh, I'm feeling good,
the paper is feeling thick
These lanes don't want no drama,
there's unity in my flick
So if you wanna come test, then test it
But no, I got a lot to lose,
It seems the game is falling off a little bit
Every rocker with a tat these days
Every rocker with a bald head
If you vipers got some drama,
Shit, I'll take it to the old days,
Put the hoodie, trust me,
I said you don't wanna see me frown
take your money as I get up
While I leave, throw my set up
as I settle this vendetta
Been known to pack barrettas,
Still smokin' and growin' cannabis,
One of the most talked about
Check the numbers, homie,
then compare it to these rap flags
the capacity to pack flags
you britches gotta rap shame
Shame on you motherfuckers
Still droppin' that wack -ass shit?
You could've dealt by day
I guess you'll never learn
Fools ain't competing with
Shit, shit, give it up homie