[Verse 1]

I spit that murder shit

I know the Feds have heard of it

They don't want war that's why they play the game conservative

I'm coming with some crazy blitz

My sole purpose is making hits

Art of war I paint this murder one you can't see the shit

Fuck who said so nigga I'm as cold as Fresno

In states I bring debates about my empire making me great

Helping me lay low, only speak that Dinero

I bring them red beams to your eyes boy Kano

Just recycle my bars you ain't changing it

These trash niggas getting signed call it Waste Management

Actions for transactions yeah this may take a bit

Have you niggas feeling blood like you hate the Crips

Oh this is stupid right? Think that you make music right?

Claim you got some heart but you can't ever find Cupid right?

I'm burning like some candle light

Incidents like scandal fights

And these bars you can't handle tight

I'mma save the game I never cared about the fame

I just wonder why these cashiers wanna make change

To this thing we call Hip Hop

I never heard a clip drop, niggas lie in they raps

And you still think the shit's hot

That's why I'm coming for you and your crew

I can't get descriptive about what I'mma do

But I'mma kill you lame nigga

Your race car wasn't built for this lane nigga

You must be insane nigga

You said you a don, but you flowing a pond

I flow deep like Atlantis everytime that I rhyme

You need gang affiliation, stay throwing up signs

But would never do what you say you spit hypocritical lines

You ain't shit; and your whole life's irrelevant

Claim you got some ice? We all know its embezzlement

Tryna settle shit? I'll show you what hell really is

Cater to the Devil's every need like some waitresses

Arithmetic, counting heads is the method

Place a bounty on you nigga like the Saints make sure you take this hit

I end careers, stay shining like some chandeliers

Think that you can rap now nigga? You are not my peer

Don't confuse it, now I'm really about to lose it

These bars are ammunition contemplating if I should use em

They cut your body up and feed you to the fishes

These conditions is traditions if you with it

But you the hard type

The one with heart right?

Low on dough? Cause my bills are tall as Bill Cartwright

I see you like a blog site

You ain't never heard of me?

Try me and bring Mike Vick to a dog fight