[Intro]

Matty Boy, you are under arrest

You have the right to remain silent

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law

Back up took a hit sat down where them killers sit

Where the toilet and the sink sit right next ya where them killers sleep

Ion sleep say my name ion speak sis just hit the house my Celly done caught a murder beef

Ain’t it no disrespect but sick my Dick and my affiliations

I ain’t buying shit less it’s packed and can be shipped to places

I ain’t selling you dope unless you mute and can’t idеntify faces

Only sold to hoodlums and the brothas that look like thеy Haitians

Ooo not su I’m a wood that’s all tattooed baby

Little homie a savage looks like he drive a Subaru but still a killa

Little town with them big hearts called a cat but got big torq

Gotta a car but no net worth I’m countin o’s till my neck hurt

I formed a little habit knocking bunnies off a ig copulating like we rabbits

Screen shots back shots switching up like backdrops

Love it when I’m hittin and that coochie goes squish squash

Ooooooo crank water that bitch down

Hit it with that heat til that shit look like it brown

Water dissipated now I hit it with that tone

Had them hustlers coming back to back for 1500 a zone

Swear to god we racin we ain’t racists we hate races

A lot of you so called gangsters out here would love to switch us places

Enough with all that homie please say sir when you address us

Cause your momma house and your house got the same fucking addresses bitch

Conscious, fucking pissed bro why would you address this

I ain’t sorry for it conscious want these hours to know who the best is

He said touché you the duceA Id love to switch you places

If I died a 1000 times I’d still pick you to share this stage with

I’m like

Back up took a hit sat down where them killers sit

Where the toilet and the sink sit right next ya where them killers sleep

Ion sleep call my name ion speak sis just hit the house my Celly done caught a murder beef

Ain’t it no disrespect but sick my Dick and my affiliations

I ain’t buying shit less it’s packed and can be shipped to places

I ain’t selling you dope unless you mute and can’t identify faces

Only sold to hoodlums and the brothas that look like they Haitians

Tell the weather bring the snow bitch wood a heating up

I ain’t coughing I ain’t sick but got somethin in my cup

Be a terrorist savage bet not ever show no weakness

I can be around them kings but I’m more comfortable with my heathens

I dont need to eat bitch let my dogs come him they plate

When we lose and the cops win that’s the only time I hate

I ain’t showin you shit all my dealers look like geeks

And my distractions out there tatted up with gold ones on his teeth

You don’t like me now it’s cause you’re scared of how I’m comin

Guaranteed to hold the ball I get tackled I won’t fumble

Still a rookie in this bitch but what I did to get me here done earned me in this bitch