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

Despise waisted time mind frame designs metal through your spine split’em up like pine bullets shot from 9

Now I walk with the strap demons don’t wanna attack I’ma beat you down with the bat chopping lems with the axe

Put a bullet in your face son leave you dead in the slums number 1 hitter you never even seen my gun all you see is sand dust floating…

I got that fire pack it’s a smoker ace of the deck not a joker clear the chips fast playing poker

Demons get punked like Trump over some polling you gone fold’em whip evil on the front lines do it first Nancy Pelosi

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

Money change barrows over throw the pharaohs forget the drama and concentrate on bank rolls

Shattering molds weapons chose for pocket holds look to the future but skeptical

Bat beatings pistol whipping with glock greetings a full teaching for evil speakers

Losing time making money ultimate grind bullet shells moonshine clutching the 9

Money is the reason that you stepped up money is the reason that you locked up money got the whole block shot up

The bag keep flipping your girl still tripping the mind still drifting your thoughts keep slipping my spirit is lifted

Don’t be foolish and back down my thought is ruling like this money is music I create the movement pistol to your face

The game is on the rank is on top gun salute the general running weapons and stacking loot