Lyrics:

Killa hustle, killa hustle

[Verse 1]
Ok, been griding for a minute
Y'all just start to witness
You're greener than some weed
My flow darker than some guinness
Give me proper incentive and I'm shootin' at the snitches
Motherfuckers wanna hate us cause they ain't us (jellyfishes)
I won't stop until my family is stacked with helly riches
Building dream brick by brick, we can do the heavy liftin'
We can make it with our mentals
And build it with our visions
Anything you can imagine you can call into existance
Who I'm pimpin', who I'm pimpin'? Lately I've been pimpin'
I've been steady schoolin' every fucking thing that I get into
I'm a Shredder but I still got my respect for master Splinter
Dangerous as Donatello, Raphael and all them ninjas
And I run beneath the streets, when I spit I keep it wicked
Rappers desperate for the shine
So they're beggin' me to diss them
Yeah I thought about it, then I thought I probably kill 'em
And I'll have to hide the body which involves a lot of digging
And uh, backyard it ain't a biggie
And there's already a couple of other dead rappers there chillin'
Boy there bout to be a slaughter, mothefuckers need to listen
If you can't stand the heaters better beat it out the kitchen
I'm a angel to a demon, a Devil to a Christian
Everytime I'm in the airport motherfuckers wanna frisk him
People think I'm finna stab 'em, seeing me is a high risking
And if you get too close to me then I completly lose my shit
The fuck you mean boy?!
I'm runnin' the scene, fuck with the team
I'm on a mission to make it and I'mma be takin' my homies
That's coming with me boy, I'm a menace

[Hook]
I'm a menace
Hold up, I said 'can I get a witness?'
I'm a menace
Hold up, I said 'can I get a witness?'

[Verse 2]
The fuck you're wasting my time bro?
Hit them with the one-two combo
Your girl blow my cartridge then she'll put it into her console
Remember back when we was rockin' chinos with a poncho
Now I rock a mic and rock a mask like (El Santo)
We was broke [?]
And we was at the island before you knew shit about shows
I've been griding, got no time to think about hoes
The more you're on your grind
The more they want to take you out though
She want to work on your instagram lurking
I'm for certain like death, taxes and churches, wait
He been workin', cause he've been hungry
He deserve a plate, I rep the Killarado
And the motherfucking murder state
3-0-3, 3-1-3 to the death
These cities raised me like I'm fuck me cause I'm next
Bout to buck 60's on flex, still these giants wanna come test
I got something I should confess, I don't give a motherfuck less
Bitch! Well I ?dove? your shit in the elevator into a higher pitch
In the back of my 98 Bonneville I feel like I'm to peel
You might die on your bitch, what!?
People like what kind of kid?
Can I come up on and kill all kind of shit, me
Psychopathic who I'm ridin' with
Come around motherfuckers gonna die in this
Peace

[Hook]