Lyrics:

Two stepping with a weapon on me
Doing the hammer dance, Imma rep this show me
You dont want to advance incorrectly homie
Get a check to your neck and get the flex and whole key
We get the mili and mind you we are major
Put it back on the map in the mind of a hater
In a mode of attack, Im the alpha omega
Chop a couple of rails done in line of it later
These are the breaks, the games in a sling
Yall motherfuckers better go kiss the ring
Fans want me to do a song with
And I got to say I dont see that happening
Rap at the king, come for the crown
Fuck you pay me, nigga puff -puff pound
Grab at the bling, bum rush the crowd
They dont really want me to bust bust ground
Just touched down, 81 6
Pinto music and 81 bricks
Yall better lose it and make me come get
and some other dumb shit
And I get it with the killer city committee
Murdering em all and we all pack a billy
I kick up my feet and pack up a hilly
I flip up the beat and crack up the ceiling
Rack up a milly, for real whats the dealy
We ill, yall road kill, fuck what all in that team, playing with a marked deck
And in a minute Imma gotta pull a card, check
I been grinding my minding to get that
Dinner, its all on the line and I find that iller
With lines on my mind all the time, thats filler
Pursue it all on my mind as a Midwest willer
Kids growing up so fast
Sweet 16 they load up the gat
Close up the casket
Too bad instead of that you shouldve had your punk ass kicked
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Believe
My gosh, Im a crafty speaker
Think on my, I got the baddest features
Look at them hands thatll fuck he features
Like campaign threats til you break you fast

Beasts believe in, got you felling
Count my blessings, I havent reached it
Starving in my city but Im eating
Carving out the gritty when you preaching
No pardons, little bitch youre tweaking
Scar you, machete happy when he feasts
Please call me, I know they had me in their speakers
Flame bang, blow me out in their space
All dehydrate, leave me irate
Its all that they say I flee from my gates
Niggas gonna talk, its just how they made
Show up in a rave, aint even on tour
Cite me a band, invest to make more
Chest Im this bored, probably dont send
When I call you bitch I mean to offend
Express with backhands and brazen incense
I guess you in line like I was your pimp
On my name brand imposition
Wag like dogs, but Imma go getting
Out of your league, you keep forgetting
I can separate all from your done
Out of control, you niggas out, you niggas already know
Got to be bold the whole world want to froze ya
Step in my ring, Imma snich you and will be so bad
Kids growing up so fast
Sweet 16 they load up the gat
Close up the casket
Too bad instead of that you shouldve had your punk ass kicked
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Believe
They try to slow my speed and go by me
I focus my energy and throw my chi
You know my steed, thats the method
Phone full of pics that they kept for reference
Im moving on to the next progression
And bored in a plane where they check for weapons
No knives, liquids or guns
Just cant decide which is the one
Knew I would drive when this shit begun
Jumped off the ride, bitch missed the fun
This is the one, guarantee zip with some funds
Christmas will come
They puff tree and sip fists of rum
I take the cake, kids get the crumbs
Ball when I strike, hits and runs
Put em out in the field, raw deal
My flows are frozen, yall chill
You dont what Im holding caught the field
Catch rye whiskey, say goodbye to this beat
Truth my bullet proof, yall lies will miss me
Strange all day, weve been signed officially
Look around the house, every eye is misty
Some of yall tryna get me
Go ahead then try me dick weed
A grimy great, I been taking my vitamins
Tango with the lyrical leviathan
Take a look at who Im riding with
Little girls get faint at the slightest words
Grown man, heart attack inside of her
And the all fall out while I observe
Im a fire bird, a phoenix
Rose up from ash, I need
Cold fucking cash
Soon as I see it, got to roll up and pass
Im a geek, but believe it Ill sure bust your ass
Kids growing up so fast
Sweet 16 they load up the gat
Close up the casket
Too bad instead of that you shouldve had your punk ass kicked
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Que lastima, cest la vie
Que ser? ser?, whatll be will be
Believe