The way you thought it was aint the way it’s done I’ma get my gun I’ma make you run predator one in the jungle

Criminal thoughts are savage bodies drop from my automatic set the place ablaze when it’s sta… formatted do it in the open

My motive is to get cash with killer ways of a psychopath you felt the shock from the blast when running up fast burn through the city streets

Spring board flip orbit continents I don’t trust my momma I don’t trust my girl I don’t trust the world

Focus with the pistol ahead dealers come up dead I’ m waiting like Tommy with the cannon

West coast mentality bodies drop out in Cali pitch dope in the allies big bags full of the profit covered by ballies

I’ma run up and leave your shell leaking creep up catch you blinking

Move G’s the game is low key I ride up slow and drop 3 on the street

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

Murder was the key money was the dream soak your thoughts in kerosene live bullets from metal machines

I’m a hit you when you sleep watch you slip and sleet rolled in the wrong place now your about to face defeat

Historical flow I use a lyrical out post get ghost pitching off dope on the west coast

When it’s time to flip hits for chips they can’t hold me when I dominate the middle

Running through the alley with a full clip chipping off the top from the evil flip I ship off rocks

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