like yin and yang quick to change...complicating simple things...familiar strange mixed with game...shit gets disarrayed and twists your brain...now your crazy way of seeing things...a flick of a Bic a flame gets lit a blaze...it's a trip how quick to flip a bitch lll split n dip the whip....no figure eights no going straight...might clip some shit but Inna pinch ill clynch my fists..I'm getting paid...ita all in my ways...i never hate...or switch the lanes....i tellem straight...it's just how way I aim...the rest is outaline but I tried..fuck running I don't hide...nothing funny stuck with nothing but its all mine...ditch a snitch...swift with this ready at all times it's all life...but miss me with that simple shit...that mental trip...is all lies...they can all die