I'm going real crazy, we going too far
You kissing your shorty, suck dick in my car
Just give me the addy, I'm not talking bars
I see all the hate, you trying so hard
Me and Zeus, we don't wanna play games
We off in this rap shit, this shit ain't no race
I just want the money, I probably want face
Gotta stay focused and stay in the pace
My young niggas ain't gone drive by
Swear them niggas gon' pull up on feet
I got some dead niggas, let me slide by
Got the gas like I'm never on E
Pussy niggas talking crazy but that shit don't phase me
I swear niggas think shit is sweet
Let them pussy niggas play me, on God I'll get crazy
And have your lil shorty on heat
Put her on fleek if she do her ex dirty
And let me go set up her brother too
I got sticks in the cut boy I put that on 6
And you know that I put that on Russell too
Took some L's then they turned to a W
That's your homeboy then boy you in trouble too
I done been through them losses now I'm with the bosses
The struggle was real, had to hustle through
I ain't afraid to punch a faker in his face
Told him see me in the rage
If he really with that action I'm going Luke Cage
Accidental thrashing turned him to fractions
I'll divide your mind in half and
Leave you in the fucking past tense
Call it simple math, we do not need all of your cash man
Since a youngin' chasing paper
Believe that I been had these mad ends
Why is you looking so sad man?
Is it cause you met the bad man?
And I looked you in your eyes
See Dynamite ignite
Damn my guy, what happened?
Turning your brain into madman
Now everything you speak is capping
Eating these beefs like my father would clean off his plate
When he ate in the evening
We from the underground bringing my Creatons
Got that opp pack, shout out Pistol Pete
Roll it in a spliff, tell them Rest In Peace
Rest in pieces if you ever mention me
Or my niggas, cause shit really isn't sweet
I'm from northside, not the other side
If they're out of pocket then they wanna die
I won't say much, let them wonder why
1 Call would leave these niggas traumatized
My niggas know I ain't a killer
They told me to stick with the writtens
So I polished every sentence, still got these niggas in their feelings
That's why my pen is like a Smith and
Got you looking real timid
Won't even call my niggas to pull up and do the finish
Been handling my own business, you can't relate
I should turn my back just to demonstrate