[Chorus] 

No time to wait, gotta make cake 

Keep your burners on bake 'cause the streets ain't safe [x4] 



[Verse 1] 

The streets got me layin, same games, no rules 

'Bout to go legit, flip quick on these fools 

I look at hustle, in the long term sense 

I ain't tryna be stuck with a long term sentence 

Calculate my moves like I'm Bumpy Johnson 

Bring it to 'em by surprise, straight dumpin on 'em 

Mentally I could chalk out your physical 

Way before you even taught of ever grabbin your pistol 

I can't wait to get the drop first, and watch it drop first 

'Cause you swine like knock words 

I hit your face, turn your head when I come through 

My man wanna get at you with the gun fool 

we maneuver through the hood quicker than light speed 

The god always hook me up with the tight weed 

I hit your stance, you pollutin my cypher 

I'm all in your way 'cause it's my duty to slice ya 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 2] 

Your poor fee is with you 

Divine justice when the niners hit you 

Didn't know the half, so I split you 

It's the righteous don, when I write my songs 

It's like the quiet storm, till my mic is on 

And once I got ya, it's too bad, too late 

It's two of y'all, they'll find your bodyparts in two lakes 

There's more of y'all, well I'm well prepared 

To stab you where you bleedin, wipe your lung in my sleeve 

From the hood to the office, I'm good for a profit 

Like Kareem with the sky hook, how could you stop it 

If I got to, I'll send a son or two at you 

Straight pit, them dogs will turn you to cat food 

I'm that dude, the one that's callin the shots 

Went away and came back, niggaz was all in my spot 

Sheisty niggaz even had their hands all in my pot 

Gave 'em a group raid and buried them all in one plot 



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