[Intro]
Yo
[Verse 1]
Take the game by my fingertips
Wipin' off these fingerprints
Mic is on these rhyme schemes
Write in chalk like crime scenes
If I'm about to blow up Nagasaki
You better be certain to knowin' my hobby
A bomb in the sky is blazin', almost atomic annihilation
If it's a murder, I'm flockin' to pleadin' the fifth
Know what I did and I murdered this shit
Throw me in prison so I can release
Slick with my bribe to the hip-hop police
Do it again, yeah, do it again
Second album is already sent
Lookin' me up while I'm on the ascent
Labеl on lockdown, kill 'em again
Look at me like "Cusa, go and just fuck 'еm up"
I'm lookin back like, I know that the fuck is up
I don't know what the fuck is up with all of this
I'ma just chalk up to I am a baller, bitch
You incompetent, you gonna flop for this
I'm gonna pull up to the game like you lost the shit
Spin a record on my name for the fuck of it
'Bout to stick a razor blade in your socket, bitch
Gonna Stuka dive, and if you survive
Gonna make another pass and euthanize
Everybody gets to say a few goodbyes
This my hip-hop homicide
I confess to no more, no less
Total carnage, go for the neck
'Til my plan goes full effect
Pay the fine, bounce the check
[Chorus]
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like
[Verse 2]
Can't catch what ain't there, G
Put a stoked motherfucker in therapy
If I'm in a bodybag, I'll tear free
Can't really fuckin' think I'm a mortal being
Got a tight grip on the knife
Took a whole year just to take to the mic
Once more, then I'll lay another verse like I never left
Except [?], I never been
Leave no evidence, makin' you irrelevant
Try to pray to God, I'mma kill the [?]
Tryna make a scene, I'mma make one different
Comin' out the dark in the suit like Slenderman
Where's ChampyG when you need him?
Bitch, you need a ride like I'm Dre with the weed
I need another gun 'cause the 9 need a mag
Plus clippin' off your arm with a knife is a drag
I need the bag now, empty the cash or you cash out
Criminal, clack blaow, 'til you back bound to the God or you back down
Welcome to the real intro, My New Tape was a fake one though
Look into the eyes, see a great big soul
It's a motherfuckin' psychopath in these bones!
You've never been to the dark
I saw the shadows all loom through the fog
Thinking it's morning, well look at the clock
Spinning in circles like something is wrong
I'm walking up with the blade in my palm
Bring up your phone, tryna sound the alarm
Dial the cops with some screaming, some yelling
Look in the eyes of a lyrical felon, you're gone
[Chorus]
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like
What it's about to be?
Nothin' but another murder scene
Nothin' but another day to die for the game
Another day to lie on my grave, like