Yeah, Sentino, Manny Guns, *so you see* what's good

Love in the beat, man!

See I'm in it for the cake, not some Oreo cookie

10 years deep in this game - don't call me a rookie!

I need - more than a pussy, a house by the shore

To keep feeding the rich and *save the mouth for the poor*

Instead of turnin' your little spouse to a whore

Friends or foes

I've been takin' pranks

It's time for the Benz or the Royce

Minimum wage is killing me, I'm finally get paid

I'm gonna leave pieces evеrywhere, like splintеr grenades

Can't keep all of my criminal ways - or I'm gonna end up in a gutter

When I'm gone who gonna explain to my mother

All the pain she has suffered

I can't even it up

No matter how big my stacks getta fucked up

And that's it!

Lonely drunk bastard

Stumbling through dark alleys

Flipping grams back and forth like some beef paddies

Supreme lyrical, every verse like it's biblical

My punches hit right in between spriritual and visual