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

Motivated power buried bullet shower money move in towers double up in hours taking out you cowards

Repackage my lyrics in books chorus rhymes and hooks pistol whip a neighbor for the pap… sending hollow bullets at you hate… break the crowd by myself

Light the smoke I aint never vote in the clutch you choke I enhance the quote I improve the note

I aint never going home I had my chance, but now my, visio… A trance, advance As I barrowed through time aging 9

Pool stick beatings wicked demons are mistreated my 45 will bust at the evil and leave’em seated switch ammunition I mean it

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 drama’s almost done homie I’m almost home -35 degrees below in the snow I still roll it’s over with for the doe

I bring the action the wolves keep stacking stack until my hands lock off that’s my satisfaction keep scrapping

Devour all evidence seeking dead presidents I quickly clip you off of the list and spit the clip getting riches

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

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

Ghetto rope we talking H and coke who moving major dope crack is on the float killers on a boat

Be for real glass shields get cracked open broken steering wheel big guns in drug deals

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