[Verse: Cadet4wi10]

Okay you got a timepiece do you know what type of time I'm on

Poppin out the cut with my thirty like a Bakugan

I’ll take your timepiece while you wait to get your wage paid

Pop-out Bakugan I'll start spinning like a Beyblade

Shoot you with my strap or I'll stab you with my fixed blade

Prostratin for Allah then breaking fast with a big date

My Demon caught a body mashallah he make it through them gates

Fuck a big 3 if it’s me we talking big eight

All you do is talk ask yourself how my dick taste

A gram of Molly 4 perc 10s take em to the face

Green white or yellow I'm fuckin or killin' any race

I'm selling work outside the church feelin' like Murda Mase

Fuck a murda case yer bitch is ugly like Murda B

Ask bout me in the BX weed mon? He said he heard of me

Crackas talking shit tryna hit? go hit a 33

They lace a pack to kill a opp? that's why they never murder me

I focused on the money and forgot about the pain

Remember who I do this for don't get lost in all this fame

Pick up the phone and call my mother before she forget my name

That's okay I got my brothers but they’ll kill me just the same

I say inshallah and then I go and use my will again

Astaghfirullah even though I’m gonna sin again

They posted up no freezin up I rack the Draco in my hands

I let it rip I love the shit I spin and spun and spin again

I keep my gun on me I'll shoot you in the studio

Take the top off your noggin leave you looking like you Doodie Lo

Oh, you real real homie? why the fuck can’t I recognize?

Bullet go through ya head then brains blow out from in between ya eyes

Blade hand or bullet I'll kill any man at any size

Forget about the safety cock it back and let the semi rise

Pruno in the dirt I'll need yeast to make the dough rise

2000 and whatever I'm still tryna put the word to wize

Proud of what you lost like a baby tooth

I’m running bases swinging home runs like I'm Baby Ruth

I'm proud of what I got back ain' no maybe y'know that's the truth

My homie swing the drac I send a message to that tinted coupe

Sick of all these killas in the court standing in a suit

Shout out all my enemies that kept it solid I solute

Raise a glass to all them in the Jam man a Salut

And moment of silence for all them babies that done lost they youth

Dissonance