my shootas gone shoot making a three lemme grab the loot you wanna be me started somewhere like a root I'm a Bengal in the Cincinnati no talking you on mute I made you I'm yo daddy straight up you a fool send me the addy scared I'm a ghoul after we done he in the pool floating get on to the next we loading you know I'm never folding just hoping for changes ones that make rearranges so young say I would be going though phases just got to learn to adapt control my temper while it rains I'ma keep moving like a lion with its Maine might say I'm going insane pass me the gas like its propane staying in my lane hit a three wheres my change never do it for the fame chop you up like you eating steak cook you up like I'm tryna bake nah I ain't fucking with you, you fake come at me like what am I gonna take I see you slithering you a snake you made a mistake coming at me why you got a headache gotta lock I'm the key fame got my glock switching lanes chasing cats we never on the lack we splitting the raps hold on take it back spitting the universe's of raps the 9 of glocks 11 the mac's shot him cold blooded dripping down his hands oh shit just almost crashed push the brakes and that's how we almost faint you already know going insane, go to the hospital when we done just hop on a plane