Bitch I feel spicy I′ll keep it buck
Heart so icy, you don't entice me
Gas in the pipe and its tasting like lychee
Who good drive we need something to munch
Like salt in the wound, know I be in the cut
Howl at the moon, so I feel like a mut
Hounding me, you just be chasing your butt
Pounding my two fists, these hands is gavels
You know it′s over as soon as it touch right?
Don't be no tough guy
I squeeze a finger
The trigger gon' signal the bullet and you become bull′s eye
Go and try switching the roles
It might get Messy at least you have goals
That water that′s under the bridge is a joke
Would think that you know, it's only for show right?
You paying full price
Don′t think you're checking your coat
You keep on pressing your luckyou gon′ roll with the punches
And suddenly wake up with no dice
I'll probably go down like bo bice
Somebody gave me a second
Then that just led to depression and
I ended up getting so high I woke a low life
Pull up with a brand new Glock brand new switch like that means a lot
Pull up with a brand new clique
Old brands you switch I guess that means a lot
Brand new school, Same old news
Wearing that same old noose I guess that took some thought
Ding ding ditch hit the same old lick
With the same old bitch I couldn′t be taught
But I got a brand new watch with the same old stones (woah)
Better than the stereo clock
Same old stare when I get home but I never got caught
But that SUV
Beam more than LED
Quick like ABC
Burned me more like DVD
Smoked him like 223
Blood on his plain white T
Now he's an absentee
Shoulda been more discreet like a green beret (Hey)
Fuck what you say (Hey)
Outta my way (Ay)
Get what your paid (Ay)
Stuck in my same old ways but never been played (Ay)
Why would I wait for the same old plate I have what I made
When I reach heaven's gates I hesitate, meditate on my sins today
Resonate, trigger never late, bullets come around like relay
Play of fate, get hit in the face
With sticks on him like he won a sweepstakes (Ay)
Be wary in February cause I′m very scary
Keeping 30 on me like leap day
Slap the alarm clock
Damn veins popped like an arm jock
Campaign starts with thought of an onslaught
Sit back we can all watch
Abstain from the fast lane, actually
I′m pretty adamant on the crosswalk
Still watching where I step or I stomp like hop scotch
Sidelines littered with the pom poms, on god
Stay down, blades out baby en garde
Take rounds to the chest, but I'm vested
Never hurts to invest in protection
Find yourself in the role of a lost cause
Tryna make this J rock-like top dawg
All fog, But I call this sober
5th hole and I′m already 3 over
Tryna make sure by 18 that I'm on par
