Thumbing through bands how my day start, great start
Don't hit my line if you're caged up
What they thought, I hate narcs
Don't answer questions when my case caught
Interrogation room, me and detectives face fought
I put you rats in the graveyard, I hate y'all
Got your name attached to this bullet like it's trademarked
It ain't talk, youngers stay sharp
Could play dumb but a dumb motherfucker can't play smart
Told my man "This ain't sports"
We take forks and turn an appetiser to a main course
Our brave hearts became dark, exchanged thoughts
Could put my lyrics on page and frame art
I was swimming with eight sharks
That night for dinner, we ate shark
My homie got the town on lock, I'm chilling in St Bart's
While he put you niggas outta business like Kmart
Playing with me, it ain't smart
I'ma get you buried, like February, your days short
I came to rearrange chores
Seeing thirty-eight, that number one is gonna break hearts
Trust
