[Chorus]

Put some double mags in a duffel bag

Throw a couple frags make some rubble, that's

How it is when you love the stacks

Put some kerosene on your welcome mat

Yeah, they care it seems, but don't tell 'em that

[Verse 1]

In my pair of jeans is another gat

Burst the seems like a bureaucrat

Yeah, but in my dreams is a purrin' cat

Heard of that? Murder that

Murder weapon, heard they step in, so I kept it

But I shoulda left it, what a method, methadone

Rome with no home, this is how this shit goes

Shit blows, but I know that I won’t get no dough

So yolo, screw the po-po, blew it, no show

No, no, baby don’t go, love you fo'sho, so, so sorry

Won't go there 'cause I don't share those scars

Rose far above bars now I'm Mozart 'cause my flows are

So cold so I took a freakin' bulldozer to path I've chosen

Thought I was frozen but I've arose and so below me now

Is all those hoes, those gals and my pals who tried to make a vow To bow if I help to lead them out the sea

Sound asleep, "Wow, it's heat, can I feat?"

Not a necessity to get the best of me

This is my destiny, who are you next to me?

Wrestling methamphetamine ahead of me

Letters mean not a thing, boda-bing, zoo-doo-doo

Foo-loo-loo, cha-cha-cha

Ha, pow-pow-pow

[Chorus]

Put some double mags in a duffel bag

Throw a couple frags make some rubble, that's

How it is when you love the stacks

Put some kerosene on your welcome mat

Yeah, they care it seems, but don't tell 'em that

[Verse 2]

In the scheme of things, we are just as bad

But in another since, they are stuffed in prisons

But offences like jumpin' fences are up in lenses

Innocent incident that's condensed as if

We resent are kids, again, again, no repent

Represent your country, don't punch me

Your just lunch meat for media

Feeding 'ya, seated at the theater

If you disagree, you're a hater

If you dissin', see, you're a troublemaker

So rate, give your take on another edition

Of state your opinion

[Chorus 2]

Put some humble raps in your bubble bath

Throw a subtle jab, get some knuckles, that's

How it is when you love the craft

Get some therapy if you suck at that

Yeah, we care it seems, so let's tell him that

Way in the back, I record tracks, can't afford plaques

So I print out the stats, stay in the shack

Plan your attack and comeback with the lack of a snack

And you might just in fact attract enough to pack a block

Don't bring no Glocks, just walk and talk, unlock the lock

Let yourself be known before you're dethroned

So in code, make good stuff