run up in the house with a balaclava bitch you know I'm hot like lava drop bombs on you like osama bin laden you know I been mobbin up in the streets ya momma been slobbin up in my sheets play the game don't forget to bring your cleats I'm the MC of the century listen to my symphony never am I sippin lean I just roam these empty streets yall sound like my mini mes for you I have no sympathy I've been a G and I've been a feind I'm not lookin back cause when I see my past I feel there is no turning back chain smokin marb blacks till my lungs turn black tryna run away from habitual addiction coinciding with residual infliction back in the day didn't have a pot to piss in top missin but its not the top of my coupe brain rattlin around like a screw loose who knew that my pride would end up being my demise look into my eyes I keep em on the prize Medusa in disguise on the rise like the sun in the sky at 6 o clock switchin topics while I pick your pockets man its simple logic 100 hp flawless victory knock you out 6 feet away social distancing with nobody witnessing keep listening