Imma kill shit. Spit with the sickness Young mothafucka bringin' heat, Dollar bills on my wish list Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas Creepin' up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious Like hold up, I get buck Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck Comin' up out the gutter now I'm boutta double up Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut You'll never hold me, hear the sirens and the police Nikes on my feet. Deep. On a soul seek Thinkin' about the times I refused to see. In 3D Now I'm seein' everythang how it should be (Uh) On the microphone. I'm at home Rippin' and trippin' up on the flows Till my eyes glow. Ya go slow Boy tell me what cha know Shout out JGRXXN Schema the posse stayin' on the go bitch Keep the same face even when the wind change Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate They resonate, with the lines I create. Elevate. To a state. Of revelation and regenerate This ya fate. Rhymes clean like Colgate I be rippin' it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way like okay Sxmpra got the plays Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade Pull my damn card in five parts that's an end game Imma keep it goin blowin' up like grenade Sippin liquor from my cup like it's mothafuckin lemonade. (Uh) And I just can't stop. I'll drop heat till I pop. This a 24/7 shop. Send shots. Like a Mac 10. Back when. I could give a fuck. Bout a never really has been Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane Kick dust. Let em bust slugs like teddy Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready I'm a stone cold villain, next to Willem sittin' steady See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti. I'm betting Half the scene still wetting they bedding they getting petty forgetting I'm getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I'll be letting ya get me or I'll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I'm blending bitch. (Uh) What's that in my backpack You don't really wanna see me get that Playin' on ya girl like a tech deck Pussy mothafucka better step back. (mmm) Better step the fuck back Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack I don't give a fuck pussy send whos next Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout I don't have time for the precious games. Boutta pop off so remember the name Roll round town, black tint, with the lights out Bumpin that sound, chase clout, what they all bout I don't talk when there's nothin' to gain. We ain't the same bitch stay in ya lane