Feel like De Niro in Heat
I'm on the run tryna get in the breeze
Ain't nobody tryna get it from me
I'm tryna take something
Take it and leave
I feel like I've been trappin' for a million weeks
Good girl, but she really a freak
Arraign me so it could never be peaked
I'm on you, G, it could never be beef
It's cold out here, don't forget your coat
I cook coke, straight drop it on the stove
Tell me what you want, I got a quote
If I ain't got it, then I'm comin' for your dough
Even when I get it for the low
I'm lookin' through my phone book for a victim
I'm the old man that finesse guy loves
In real life with a rock, I'm like hov'
When my shooters hit, they fill their straight goals
Now any time we roll, it's just show
Gettin' head and my headlights show
Highway from a trap to the headline
And I'm still my own boss, fuck a dead line
Poor bandits sew your dead lies
My dog's okay, I got the best wife
Now everybody around me gettin' fed right
All the way to the top, that's the next rap
I ain't takin' no chance, fuck a red light
It's that way from these like X wise
I came up too fast, made my ex cry
They got tiny turbans on my turpentine
I'm gon' run up in your yard on the next high
I got gang with me, no, that's fam with me
This a free eight, not eight six
Easy mistake, I got Scrabs with me
Man trap, giddy, PR rap really
Rap like hens, y'all rap city
I'm an SK, don't act silly
I'm a Jim Jones, so not Jimmy
I'm a Jim Jones, so not Jimmy
Freedom's a must, fuck twelve
I still do it by eye, fuck scales
Do it in a bando by myself
Seven days and the kitchen still smells
Inhale, exhale, shit's real
Inhale, exhale, shit's real
