[Verse 1]

Paint it gray

Wrist dismay

Homicide

Everyday

Break the gates

Kick yo door

Can you hear my loud turn snow

Can you hear yo chick turn snitch

The creepa round the corner reaper

Trigga finga itchin feenin for the razor Ion phase ya

I don't care about it all

Cause eventually all the money fame is gonna make me fall

I'm tryna stay isolated sedated under the medicated

Burnin the sacred capes

And learning the murder tapes

This ain't no 60 minutes

It's over in 30 seconds

Ain't no sloppy seconds

When I'm blessing with the Wesson

Gotta keep a session for those rappers who need a lesson in jug n finessin I'm tryna do this as fast as I can

But it's impossible to keep up with the struggle

Went from football on hudl to workin thru the hustle

Long sleeve camo jeans with the green lookin mean

Narcotic dreams of runnin the scene

[Verse 2]

Yeah this music shit runs in my veins

Pouring codiene on some ice to keep it sane

Must refrain

All negativity

Y'all ain't hearin me

Exploitation on the daily y'all gone remember me

When I'm 6 feet under

Sinking like a ship I plunder

And I ponder on my next move I wonder

Eyes set to nothing Stevie wonder

I'm just sittin back stress free purple leaves 3rd degree in these murderous streets can you see

How I'm livin my life

Only write when I cyph

Red dot right tween my eyes

Roll the dice sixxes poppin up twice and

You see that boy doin him workin on his own

Workin all alone blunts blown he's forever unknown

To the public just a face

A whole notha disgrace

This ain't no arms race

A Demonic state of grace

My mentality is best

Locked up in a safe

It's best who know what the fuck goes on in this day