Just another day I travel time and space perform the great escape open up the gates money was a chase

Killed over nonsense the spirit was heaven sent fire hollow shots at residents with violent instruments

Cold thieves slam dunk hanging from the tree you run your mouth like Charles Barkley

They thinking short when they should be thinking long I’m a warlord for life

Creative zones Wi-Fi and cellphone at 7 years old I was grown I was home alone get your hustle on

Blood money shoot to kill or die hungry in the jungle it’s war stacking 10’s and 20’s

75 shots somebody slipped you at the spot 9 o’clock when it popped wait patient for the drop

Beginning Part I just wanted to let you know you could never beat me I see you in the dark but you can’t see me even when it’…

Criminally crafted the weapons are automatic sifted by the fate of the pistol controlling the whistle dodging homicide officials

Wave the pistol out the window this for Don ST. Scalesaveli homie smoking on that indo I be spacing out

Sunday morning late night I light the mission path be clear immortal engines running off beer

Pick apart the game standoffs gun exchange dope came off the boat and G’s went insane

Forever a Don pull hits that carry on St. Scalesaveli transform like Megatron the first to spit this line

Prepare the finale the kids will rally when the bodie… or drug through a dark alley Bury they bodies in the valley for those doubting the calculation…

The universal playbook of thieves and schemes I puff green high alert stretch weapons on the scene black market nicotine