[Produced by TapieBeatz]

[Verse 1]

Couldn’t stand a chance

Couldn’t keep ELY

During the time where I think, look what we had to go through

It became a chilling effect

So it’s gone now

Infiltrated the secretary of states with the underground

No agreements; assume its duties

Well good luck finding a nigga

Fuck it end of discussion

So what she's gonn do?

Still a new terrain; racked up the huge margins

Likelier to see flash floods; so

Proud and raw too crush the collar of a law enforcement

Boiling the incensed status of a foreign person

Typical to rearrange the wrist of a terrorist

An illegal immigrants, tangible altered his fucking fingerprints

Very fit and out of it; her nappy smile

Couldn’t believe the counterfeit aspect

The usual straight edge dorsal; strangest palmars of these x

I pushed to far; you handed him down

Behind the plastic surgery now

A little short of it if I try to get away from it

Niggas chat about getting rid of him

From an original person to a rascal nigga from the streets

Got them fraudulent document’s by the seat

In case I gotta go

Wave the coffee cups; keep the connects

I’m an ass, baby I loved you

Ain't supposed to fucking ask

Scratch across erupt enough my face

Slow and steady continual running to rot