[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib]

[Intro]

[Verse]

Uh, one shot, one ques

How you bitch niggas feel?

More soul than a lil' bit

Visions of it all, ain't no comfort in this lil' shit

You got it and I need it, consider this, I'm about to hit a lick

Switch, show these baby gill niggas who they dealing with

It's I, you geeks are just speaking of still images

You fear me in my physical form

I'm killin' anything you niggas picture me on

It's been a minute, penny-pinching, we eventually spawn

I was to get up, fill up

Machine gun raps for all my niggas rollin' with us

And whoever wanna oppose, consider them niggas hit up

For all the days with no pay, we still lit up

For the money, yeah I get a gut feeling like a sit up

Go and give up, you niggas pathetic

I had to scrimmage for the trenches

Never been so pathetic, this some shit, I regret it

But slow me down, never leaded

I'm still spitting this fire like I've been sipping unleaded

He too sick for the medics, I cut him deep like a open heart

More beast than the passengers in Noah ark

See me in the streets, be discrete or get broke apart

Man, it's a thin line, rest in peace to Owen Hart

Damn, don't need you tellin' me who I am

All that tellin', tellin', man I'm tallying up the grams

Smoking killer Cali, man, that package that's in demand

Spoke with Dom's on the work he makin' it crack with spoon

It's dope nigga, it's too dope nigga, there's no hope nigga