[Verse 1: trW]

Leant back like Jack Kennedy cap, leather just like the Ford

No spoils of war just ordered some more yac

Stores make me poor, dior floors I can’t afford

That, what you think a nigga sell crack?

Nah – I made it out and I feel like you should applaud that

My streets was hot, guns was popping like cooking raw fat

Boulevard, we love them cold winters we never fall back

Niggas’ll get you for every thing below ya ballcap

Then get ya ballcap, weed for the post traumatic stress cop killings and

Kids missing and all that

So excuse my fuckitness, I’ve seen more at age 20 than

80, everyday I’m livings a bucket list

-- Was never really wit hustlin'

And seeing my brother do it made me spit like a double lisp,

Seeing my mother lose it and chew him out like doublemint

Told me get my fitted jean pockets looking like double chins

--who are they fucking wit?

[Hook: trW]

Sound so sweet

Feeling like I got my whole city on me

Money on our mind mouth full of gold teeth

Looking in the mirror wit the trigger on me

Sound so sweet

Money on my mind niggas feel a young G

[Verse 2: Database]

Quick wristflips

Home of the misfits

Hopefully the shoes fit

Car on my cruise ship

Loose lips, choose quick

Stab you in the air slits

Dagger to ya

Hip stick twist

Till ya guts rip

Smoke watch the blood drip

Shroom let my mind trip

Just another rhyme skit / I use to kill time with

Just another rhyme skit / I use to kill time with

Line shift fiber wire spy shit

Saber slice your eyelids

Afro samurai sick

High kick

Mind itch

Clock tower time tick

Tell a hour die quick

Minutes help my mind vent

Vice grip, every second I spit

I get, more & more violent

Followed by a silence

Followed by the sirens, driving

A body through Highlands Sand filled asylum

In rest the UNSUB writing

What the fuck he writing

[Hook]

[Verse 3: trW]

While you was bumping NickelBack

My niggas was bagging up them nickels

In a pickle just ta even eat and flip it back

Tree everywhere, keep the heat very near

So he might run up on you, get his niece every pair

In the age – of helicopters with cameras watching

Truth fed through tele-prompters from hidden sponsors

So what's a contra(?)

Band to a brand

[Verse 4: Database]

Grand to slam

Can to a band?

I don't know its just the unknown suspect

Subjects frightened

Pill popping table turning

Gasoline siphon

Waiting on the perfect moment

Then he will ignite them

Right when

Everybody in the world realize

Life is, timeless

Please don’t remind us

The alcohol will blind us