All of my n****s gon' ride with it in the pocketThey rock it like Kelly MarrMama told me the power was in the tongueBut it probably ain't powerful as a gunAll of you lil' cobblers get devouredI'm giving out flowers to anyoneI ain't been out the house in a minuteCause I ain't with it if the money is miniatureI been minding my business,I'm business mindin' I been spending some time with the ministerCause I'm just finishing and still sinningIn the city of God and the sinisterTryna pray and repent in the synagogue Moscow,Temple of Church, them brown skinned, sentimental niggas hurting and murder's a comic courtesy for certainly.RPB on the shirts,search lurk, murk, squirt, burp, first.My nigga doing 4 plus 8 without a court date,talked the other day,he said he doing ok,he good, he gaining weight, ain't got a sharp shake he made,he say they play, they gotta partake.Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war pain,eyes all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place.Eastside niggas from the 80's,all ages, tryna sell a pimpin' out a dog cage,all the OG's around town was all age.Dangerous ***, *** and all ratedDangerous ***, be outrated But don't get this * * upMy boy, you're locked up onceYou're doubled up by dribbling past it to the cupAnd triple-double it gets to the basketGet the cash and cut a luckCover up, bundle up, batter upUm, talk a lot of smack and I can back it upShout it when I *,wanna * it upI can put a poop on a platter like a catapultSnap a head, get hair and add it up I said Barbara,and then tatted up I won't argue,and then mad afootCause they ain't compatible,I'm ten to catapultBut no one's goingDown, down, down, down, down, downI won't, what the * y'all gonna doIf I don't run out of fuelFor a couple decades,been lettin' this text rainFrom that day that I met Dre,so you live on the castraysFrom the second you pressed play,I suggest they do not test like an essayCause like where my homies out west stay,we can just sayI'm like an R-A-P-E-R,got so many say's,say's, a's Wait, he didn't just spell the word rapper and leave out a B, did he?RIP Rest in Peace Biggie and PacBoth of y'all should be livingYep, but I ain't tryna beef with himCause he might put a hit on me likeKVD, get him Now's the only way you're gonna be cuteMe ain't gonna be on no beatSilly, I beat the beatSilly on the grind like T GrittyCall me O.B.CityYou think it's over,wait, it's just me Getting this mean and it ain't gonna be prettyUsed to be A tall and I grew a little each dayTill I became God like James ToddNow your arms are too short to be K-BrahIndeed they small like DJ PaulMy new Benz better than your truck by farBitch, my ball, you in this one quickYou're playing stickball in the streetCause you must be on bait if you're thinking you can touch my carBut if the whole world was out to get youIt'd turn you to a powder keg tooNow Rittenhouse is spitting rounds of text shoots Like,and that ain't no sound effectNeither was that six-hour let's-looseI don't condone gun violence at schoolsBut I can't get these voices out my headThey're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soupI'm not the most content on the continentAnd constant compliments give me confidenceAcross the common sense and incompetenceI'm cognizant that conflict's a consequenceOf accomplishments accomplished through competitionI've conquered and conked them into unconsciousnessNo conscience, I conjured as King KongOr just call me KamikazeI'm concoctin' this muchBut nobody's 16's a touchin' theseMy f**kin' index finger's f**kin' the meanerClutchin' the 9mm, touchin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffinNo, I mean toaster Like you drink this something,but it's in a holsterI proceed to bust it,shove around and get pokedLike Alina Hutchins, like a Malik BaldwinWhat I mean is f**kin' you down,who the gruv in?Right between the f**kin' eyes,shoot them all inIf you think you're f**kin' with meYou're gonna suffer the f**kin' repercussionsThe reaper's comin' to heedAnd I need the crumbly,I keep a plentyFuel while the beat, I'm punishing youI won't, what the * y'all gonna do?If I don't,I'm out of fuelI'm out of fuel,let's get the * out of here