[Hook: TreaZon]

You either with me or against me

And I can tell you fuckers ain't with me

So when the smoke finally clears

I promise you that I'mma be here

Man it's all about survival

[Verse One: TreaZon]

Yo, mindset is fuck everything

And that's the way that I'mma start it

A storm that's in human form, soldier minus all the uniform

I'm an anime without a drawing

My aim is on the target, I am more than capable, a marksmen

One up in the chamber that I spark with

So I can't miss, emotions and my pain turn my raging into arson

Anger so fiery, but I hurt quietly

Yeah, I got a soldier's heart, the post traumatic stress

My coping mechanism got me silent, nigga I don't throw dramatic sets

I rather put my focus on success

Cause even though my music always falling through the cracks

The rose really grew up from the concrete, any given moment I can rest

And get up out this motherfucking debt

I swear these niggas owing me some checks

Yo, it's the return of the gangsta, thanks to

All you other stupid motherfuckers that was sleeping

And all the other people that was feeding all my demons

Turned me to the maniac that I've been on the low, GET DOWN

And I don't know if I'm suicidal or homicidal

All I know is that somebody gotta go

I went and got a job where my mother is employed

Like I'm following her, but I'm really trynna do my own thing

Nowadays, I'm just trynna be alone

But then I just complain that I'm alone

A goddamn schizo, feeling like I bottled up my soul

Resembling a ship inside a bottle

It's nothing but resentment, motherfucking Kenshin

Keep a giant blade and a gun up in the trenches

Warfare.. You know why I don't name drop rappers?

Honestly, cause I can't even NAME y'all rappers

Feeling like I'm so unstable, misery that's close to fatal

Choosing life or death has lately been the greatest ultimatum

Life or death, angel or devil?

Like dear Lord, I confess, I'm able to tell you

I'm in the darkest place, I wanna spill it, but it's hard to say

These fucking skeletons are taking up my closet space

And I done sacrificed so much

Gave my blood sweat and tears, but the fights not done, I..

Sold my car to get the money to promote

Dropped the album, and there isn't nothing I can show

What the fuck is going on? Somebody gotta let me know

I gotta get my balance up..

Like damn, don't you think you saying too much?

It's just the intro, nah, y'all ain't saying enough

Remember when I needed money to record

My mother gave me rent money, even though we really can't afford that

We ended up getting evicted

And the fucking music that I made, they ain't listen

Next thing I knew we blew 100 fucking grand in a few months

Talk about letting money consume us

But don't you think you saying too much?

It's just the intro, nah, y'all ain't saying enough

And I, I developed an attitude that is bitter

I got the kind of heart that's compatible with the winter

I demonstrate aggression these rappers couldn't deliver

It's hard to be a saint when the madness made you a killer, no lie

And no, I wouldn't say that I'm depressed

But fighting with the demons got me stressed

It's fucking Halloween, so I'm steady walking on the egg shells

All black, but I'm walking through a red hell

So you are either with me or against me

I can tell you fuckers ain't with me, so lock up

[Hook]

[Verse Two: TreaZon]

Gloves off, I ain't holding back, I'm gon' attack

Trynna get this motherfucking paper cause they owe me that

Circling your cul-de-sac, I want every penny, every dime

Looking for the right signs like a zodiac

Zodiac killer, you know I'm that nigga

Trynna marry Ms. Aiko 'fore they carry me up outta here

All these rapping dudes better keep it quiet out of fear

Or you will be out of here, Hope you doing cardio and lifting all your weights

Hope you're reading every chapter in the bible cause I promise you I'm getting to that safe

So you really aren't safe, count your minutes, count your days

You motherfucking walkers, and I'm Rick up in this bitch

Homie what in the fuck you thinking trynna sleep on someone great as me?

All you niggas pay to play, but they're gonna be paying me

You little make believe, mark ass, corny ass

Hating ass rapping niggas got some insecurities

And it's all over your face, no matter how you hide it

I promise you, I see through your disguises

Sorry, I don't buy it, homie, quit trying to sell it

I'm shutting down your business, lower all your prices, clown

The moment when I knew there ain't a soul to trust

It had me smiling like "I know what's up"

This is what I waited for, got 'em in a cobra clutch

Cause I know I'm fighting all these snakes, all these serpents aren't low enough

I can see you slithering, rolling up

But I'm getting diligent, focus up.. I don't never show 'em love

In the city where the skinny niggas die

And I weight about a buck-seventy-five, so I'm ready like

Whoa, you either with me or against me

And I can tell you fuckers ain't with me, so here's a little message

You should know that I ain't come to play this time

Red mask on, gunning, and I'm taking mine

Yo cause I'm prepared to go against the game

No control verse, that's because I got too many names for it

I'm battling the world for the top turf

But fuck, I gotta win against time first..