They wanna know who the man behind the mask is

And if he really down to do all his rap says

I ain't no muthafuckin fool I ain't no crash dummy

But if he tryna kill me I'ma blast homey

And teach my kids by any means like I was Malcom X

I'm not promoting violence I'm preaching self defense

So anytime these muthafuckas wanna oak press

And leave my purple blood stain on my motha dress

I'ma pick up the AK and shoot away

BUCKA BA BUCKA BA BUCKA BUCKA word to Lil Fame

You ain't know me if you thinkin this shit is rap Blood

You can say what you want disrespect'll get you clapped Blood

So watch your mouth 'fore shit get hectic

I done phone checked dudes til it disconnected

I'ma different breed, its nothing to make you bleed

Its harder just to cheer up from breakfast to what I read

They say you can tell a man by the company he keep

If thats the case you a know ain't nothin bout me sweet

Check my video, thats about a century on the stage

That means all of us combined did more than 100 in the cage

I dont fuck with fake dudes, not even if they paid

And these lames stay on they knees, I wouldn't even if i prayed

Stand up, dont know what it is to stand down

I got shooters on deck and they thirsty for mens down

I am destined to win, that's prophecy hands down

With my pen writin Divinci Code like Dan Brown

I am on another plane, yea levels to this shit

So ya'll muthafuckaz talk and we really about this shit

So these bitches ain't loyal, Chris Brown said it

Bitch on her knees, dont stop get get it

I'm goin CG and I'm speedin down Linux

3 racks for the stash spot hammer all in it

Get live on Linux you will die on Linux

And we gutter, and we shop and fly on Linux

I just made a phone call got Ly on Linux

And he brought his whole team of g5 on Linux

Now you see me if you blind, hear me if you deaf

I ain't taking no time off, no rest

I ain't showing no sympathy, I'm no bitch

Hit you with straight headshots and won't miss

But I'm back to the flow, guarenteed to make the city speak

Let my nuts hang like lil Wayne on that O Milly beat

Bars that'll flame you, red money gasoline

Money that'll change ya now the industry is watchin me

I'm hot dog, I'm next up, you better catch up

I'm hot dog, yall hot dogs, eat em with ketchup

Yum yum eat em up

Pussy boy I beat em up

Talkin all that shit on you track boy you weak as fuck