[Chorus]

Call me a quitter, I'll show you how it really go

See through the opps moves, I knew it bout a week ago

Think he a killer, ain't find out where they really go

That boy was wil'ing I ain't seen him in a week or so

Hopped off the porch, grabbed the torch, thought he knew the code

Turned to a menace knocking opps off like Ichigo

On the 'fault like Yokohama, but ain't know the road

Friends, pops, and brothers, even your mama they all reachable

[Verse 1]

I'm dangerous | Don't mean that I'm gon' up it but I could

Come try it | On some days I wish somebody would

Call 'em violent | tell me what- you think they learning in the hood

What's a stylist | I'm Mr. Put-It-On, way too much motion

They notice you | only when it's a target on your back

That drip don't get-along with moving clean go ask the rat

Dirty diamonds, either way it's shinning

Brodie turn into a demon, walking with no guidance

When you start-it-up, it's hard to turn it down like it's crack

Now he paranoid, he stacking up 'em bullets like a rack

He suiting up, like he tryna put Bin Laden in a pack

Demons pounding on his door saying, saying

Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts | You gon' have to answer us

Wanted to dance with demons, now why you making a fuss

Drink the syrup like Jemima, whip the pot like uncle Ben

Flash your money, you ain't going to the pen

[Chorus]

Call me a quitter, I'll show you how it really go

See through the opps moves, I knew it bout a week ago

Think he a killer, ain't find out where they really go

That boy was wil'ing I ain't seen him in a week or so

Hopped off the porch, grabbed the torch, thought he knew the code

Turned to a menace knocking opps off like Ichigo

On the 'fault like Yokohama, but ain't know the road

Friends, pops, and brothers, even your mama they all reachable

[Verse 2]

Lack, lack, lack and you'll find out

Could get taken out the game, I ain't talking bout time out

Took a while for me to learn, if it's not my bro I won't ride out

Starting trench wars over crumbs, it ain't dead till you die out

Really went from building blocks to trapping out the block building

He counting backwards like a nine to five

My bag deep, I carry many different weapons still academic

Could put anything behind the nine

I peep the way the smart ones serve it on the low, I do my social studies

Do what I gotta, for my wants, I got priorities

I takeoff when I want, my teacher told me I got bad attendance

Probly why these 20s seem to run-on like a bad sentence

Don't up it, still could chef you, like I'm Gordon Rambo

My greatest weapon is my mind, it's never outta ammo

They thinking trap, hoop, or rap, know I can do em all

But it takes a wise man to see the game and pick a route