Creepin' through the shadows, backdoor with the crew, Snake peon movin' silent, tryna play me like a fool, Snitchin' on

Creepin' through the shadows, backdoor with the crew, Snake peon movin' silent, tryna play me like a fool, Snitchin' on the low, but I see the rat face, Gamble with your life, boy, this ain't no card game space. Ground beef on the grill, cookin' up the real, Pork rinds crackin' loud, gotta show 'em how I feel, Graveyard vibes, buried deep, they can't breathe, Opps talkin' tough, but they just a bunch of thieves. I’m livin' in the jungle, where the weak don't survive, Got the heart of a lion, yeah, you know I'm stayin' live, Ain't no love for the fake, gotta cut 'em off the map, Put 'em six feet under, they just a distant clap. Eyes on the prize, never fall for the trap, Keep it real, keep it solid, that's the code, that's the rap, Enemies surround me, but I rise above the hate, In this hypnotic flow, I control my own fate.