Through the mist, I never turn my back

Because you never know who’s got a knife and who’s got a strap

I can’t trust a single soul and that is a fact

Somebody you think you know is gonna try to take yo ass

Got my permit, is it worth it to flood the streets like a current?

Popping shots like in the service, are you nervous?

That I’m taking shots of Bourbon, sight has worsened but I never miss

Memory of a death is something you don’t want to reminisce

It’s just how it is; you cannot get out of it

Focus on the paycheck, don’t worry ‘bout running out of bricks

Someone please tell this bitch to come get up out my crib

I’m only 20, I’m not tryna have no wife and kids

Mind’s set, mentally focused like doing high reps

Flashy wrist, when the diamonds dancing on my Rolex

Making more money than my teachers that don’t get no checks

Define flex when I’m bustin’ bars on Bowflex

So I heard you sent a warrant for my head, is it true?

Do you want me dead? Or you just doing it for the loot?

I do what I want, stop tryna tell me what to do

All you want is failure, so what the fuck does it mean to you?

(what's it mean to you?)[x4]

Hahaha, y'all thought I was playing, huh? Y'all should start taking me serious...

Through the mist, you know that I can’t see shit

Bet I hit, every time I fire off a hollow tip

Drop the stick, take this lick, L’s are given out as gifts

When I shoot I do not miss, I score; I do not need assist

Dev relax, kick it back, I’m just kidding, bring it back!

I am given heart attacks to pricks that say I shouldn’t rap

.40 MAG, Click-clack, blah! Then I smoke his sorry ass

For the shit talking, heads knockin’ when I peel their caps back

Shot right to your chest, 9 millimeter makes you back track

The facts that, I’m packing straps and I own half of Nasdaq

Insomniac sure makes whack, 6 hours, don’t get half of that

I am working harder, so how can you get mad at that?