You think I'm losing?

No bitch, we losing

This how we gone do this

Bringing bloody murder to your doorstep

Put that **** death in a corset

Horrors that never been explored yet

Like a rich **** sitting in a corvette

**** vampires, so they sleep with a cape

Making new routes when they plot they escape

Silent footsteps when I creep in their crib

Underneath your bed where I sleep when I stay

Dark skinned ****, with the gold chains on

Bust down grill with the gold fangs on

Noose on my neck like a good chain, huh

Sweat cold bullets when you lie in your home

Lie in the wait, accept no apologies

**** like me be commiting mass atrocities

Driving down Capitol at impossible velocities

Blood rush quick at impossible viscosities

Smoke pork chops if a cop ever stopping me

Reparations to my **** passing the rock to me

Zach said it best, man they wanna put a lock on me

Squashing all the beef, boy we don't want no rivalries

But I'm beating up the box if you take a listen

It go da-dada-da, I was spitting

Then she tried to say I fell in love with the kitten

I love the music, making beats for a living

Looking mad as hell when I sold my fucking soul

Nike check payments on them big price tags

If the book you go by is spineless, you fold

Scorch marks on you like I'm Guy Montag

I been a Greek freak a nature

Like I came and stole Dame from Portland

Pain and scowl of anger

On the face of the headless horseman

Ima tell you right now

You mothafuckers better sleep with one eye open

One, two, Ready? Break

Roses are Red

Weapons against me won't prosper

With this sacred treasure I summon

Big Raga, the Op Stoppa

Free Gojo ni-

Suwoop, bitch its Big Maho(Ni-ni-ni-ni)

God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn

謝謝 ni-ni-ni-ni

I said what's up?

Nothing man, I'm just recording

Oh my bad

You good

Yeah, I ain't mean to-, well I didn't anticipate calling you and then dying on the phone, imagine how traumatic that would've been

That would've been fire for the track

Haha last conversation I had with my brother, RIP

RIP he dead, what's up

Nothing, were you possibly interested in doing that turkey shoot? Did Dad mention that to you or nah?

He did, I ain't doing it, I ain't bowling