mercenary boy you should of know i was a mercenary im chilling masarati ona bacc street better gone tell them boys have that bag ready or imma turn they life into a horror film they didnt think i was real but boy im real to life that final hour getting dark brought the game to back life they musta thought that i was white because my armor bright my kneck a poltergeist the way the light hit off these diamonds i stay chilling and reclining know for real big timing know to get right in the field you coming missing wit mine im on yo ass like flies to shit justa matter off time bets keep it quite in this trench i heard all your lies and i can see clear through your eyes boy you dont want this problem know i kick knowledge this the shit that make them guard they brain i go hard in this bitch they gone respect my name and how im bout to run this shit. they gone respect the game i put my stomp down in this dessert boy i run this lane these haters think im playing but the lord ive been a man you better pray to my father that this here rifle jam not like Jordan and Jackson but this bitch from going ham i jumped off cloud nine and dove right in the deep end its gone be hard clone me bitch cause im one of kind wanna get fucked over for fucking round get right in line im checking traps and making rounds boy im right on time hater could never clock me bitch im on the grind oyster perpetual hands on my Rollie rich ride came from a world raggs but now own the road to riches triton on my whip bitch im masarati dippin