Welcome to the motherfucking show bitch Look how fast I make the fucking flow switch Hot like a thermos on purpose these rappers nervous on surfaces listen it’s your crew versus us loading verses and serving em I’m doing my thing, I’m hanging my chain, My flow is insane, I’m making it rain, I’m getting some brain, And I ain’t, chillin with lames, I’m back in the game, I’m rapping this flame, I cannot be tamed, Im getting this fame, And I don’t give a fuck about you and your crew I don’t give a fuck about ya whatcha gon do I don’t give a fuck might pop out and shoot Get you running when I’m gunning gonna burn up your boots Shaking up the room, stirring up the ceiling When I’m killing and I’m feeling this Beat to the max got bars that’s facts Got blunts on deck get the money cut the cheque Whole gang cruising like a stampede Roll the windows up fill the cab full of weed Got Smoke in the air got smoke in my lungs Do you understand or am I speaking in tongue’s How many hoes you got? you got none How many cars you got? You got none How many guns you got? you got none So when I load a clip and I shoot better run Run forest, forest motherfucker run Through the streetlights shits Going down like the sun Bullets fly through the air so yo ass better duck and try your best just not to get struck