East coast to west coast its drip from the bay I’m beasting and feasting like a young Russ Westbrook. Bleeding and healing don’t put me in the E.R. running and gunning like a young 21. From the south to the north call me a hunter. I’m like a predator I’m looking for prey. Chill in the bay. My skill is like gray. But he is like gay. Got some heat on this beat. Stirring the pot. Don’t buy me on the block. Pulling up with a glock. Put some time on the clock. It 4th and a lot they rushing me now I’m as fast as a jet and I turn on them jets but I’m not 0-4 I’m 4-0 I’m like mahomes but I don’t got a arm