I be pushin' heavy machinery through Conway, Mississippi Pop Ace at the , but you know bringin' through brickies Grittin' in the trenches; let me know that shit done when you finished Critical condition - I done left my victims in intensive When it's risky business, just another one-way trip to Venice Was gone for too long, left all of the raw-heads dope sick American flag mag, all-red four-fifth Blue tips in the clip on some baldhead hoe shit Ferocious; all praise to the host with the most-est Who smuggle loads through the postage? Don't overdose on the dosage ; I make the blow do aerobics The flow's sick like strep throat mixed with pneumonia and COVID In high demand; back by popular vote I was GOATed It's game time, but don't need no remote control to control it I'd dare to say forever Had three shootouts out on bond, I damn near violated tether Let's get it They plottin'; I'll red dot 'I'm Spot 'I'm, got 'I'm Let's kill him; no problem Who shot ya? The robbers And killers, they vouchin' My hitters, they bouncin' out with choppers 'Nuff power in prison to move a mountain The robbers, killers, and shooters, they vouchin' Wide shut, shit that I done seen'll leave your eyes bugged Man down, my AK with my side tucked High as fuck, pockets in my skinnys, you know mines stuffed Your time in that coffin gon' be way longer than that nine months Hundred-K the long way, fifty-thou' tied up Fourties in my Lincoln match these pointers in my ice buffs Slappin' all these 'bows of the Vezzo got me iced up Seven-hundred grams in a empty box of Rice Puffs Baking soda mixin', BoJay asked me, "What's that white stuff?" Caked up on the side of my 'rex, look like some pie crust Why must I be like that? How much I bleed the trap Don't chase the cat, I'll tame the dog, then let 'em eat the scraps Niggas caught me at the airport, thought it was checkmate A walkin' lotto ticket: rob me, you hit the sweepstakes Brutus "the Barber" Beefcake; we play for keepsakes Was fresh out of the 'spital, quarter-milli' in my neck brace