Yeah – my mic sound good?

Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

One-two, one-two

(Raise the gates)

Yeah, look, yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Listen, yeah



It's node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit

Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get

f**k the world, f**k 'em all, I'm tired of this music shit

The gon' move regardless of who producin' it

You dumb if you don't think that it's a shot gon' fly

I will cross your f**kin' T's and I will dot that I

I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip

You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch

He defied God so he had to get his name cursed

Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse

Make a list of raw motherf**kers: Put my name first

Every single line is by design to make ya brain hurt

High like a motherf**ker, I ain't hit the ground yet

Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check

Twenty plus years, Akhi, I ain't lost a round yet

Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded



Nothing never is enough, everybody gettin' touched

Motherf**kers is runnin' up on me

The drama don't stop, get your whole block shot

All these shooters is runnin' up on me

I got a big street sweeper, I'm the hood Grim Reaper

Motherf**kers is dyin' around me

My trigger finger stay itchin, we cookin' in the kitchen

I ain't f**kin' with nobody but me



So come hell or high water I'mma watch for the drop

I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot

Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell a cop from a ock

I'mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop

Listen, he a traitor so he left for the

Screaming high-pitched, cryin' like he Stephanie Mills

Ain't no will or voice in this shit

Die now or die later, that's the choice that you get

It's moist and it's wet, livin' here is literally hell

Bodies stackin' when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell

This dummy broke lookin' at the bottom of the pipe

I'm comin' with the heater like the bottom of the ninth

That's Allah and that's my life, wanna see me it's nothin'

Just know that either way with me it's gonna be a concussion

Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up

Put his body on ice, slap him like a hockey puck



Nothing never is enough, everybody gettin' touched

Motherf**kers is runnin' up on me

The drama don't stop, get your whole block shot

All these shooters is runnin' up on me

I got a big street sweeper, I'm the hood Grim Reaper

Motherf**kers is dyin' around me

My trigger finger stay itchin, we cookin' in the kitchen

I ain't f**kin' with nobody but me