Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Here to fuck up the winter, just got out November slot
Never put out a filler, still punch through a cinder block
Firearm in the villa, fuck it lets make december hot
Adamant, hittin birds with the curve, Mercedes Benz the block
Killer reciever runnin with Gerry, I slayed anywhere I lay, hang my jersey up in the telly
Thirty up in the chevy, trail of guts on the players route
Glove when I took a hit, never had a hicky or gave one out
You gotta crew with hand me downers, they ain't killin nothing
Blood suckers drainin your room, look at the ceiling sunkin
With everything out on a table, bet my feelings wasn't
Audemar thrills every other deal, new wheels to hug them
Bitches be hawkin needa shield when clubbin
Tear you down your building something, homesick gotta be in the field to function
They owe me meal tickets a half a mill a luncheon
Haters give you energy, snake niggas for steel consumption

[Hook]
We gotta make it out the problems next
I took a hit in life the hardest boy you lookin through the eyes of death
I took a upper down denied the rest
I put my work in and out the curtain now my name around the projects
Youll never understand its complex
My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the bomb threats
Lost in the system losin my mind next
Out here number 1 there ain't no contest

[Verse 2]
These pussies left a big hole, gangsters pluggin the cavity
Vote with the President, he ain't shit but a personality
Peakin in rare form, salute to the version after me
Reflection of my hard times, proof I emerged from tragedy
For every pass you may receive, two turns of agony
Compensating with charm pics, blue steel that sat on me
Stoned in my X-ray ain't a jealous bone, if I ain't got no rap when I see you I use the telephone
Pound of grandaddy, can't stuff a better cone
Tick your tint, leather chrome, in and out the terrordome
Don't compare me those boys will bring home the weird cup
Man how the fuck you niggas get here, go get a hair cut
All of you down to critical, Im gettin right to it
Dont do subliminals, the dopest to do it
Here in the physical, label my style criminal
You poppin they ain't feelin you, still ridin round town long stay in the vehicle