I used to be strung off painkillers like tramadol

Jus bought an eighth of crack tried to sell it but did it all

I love dope and the money it make buyin a piece

This song goes out too my trappers who hate the fucking police

Bitch get the fuck out my face I'm tryna type

I'm tryna make a bag and dip into the night

(like nine cans of shaving powder)

Alley way creature a fuckin band for a feature

Fuck with me I'll deletechya asta luago nice to meetchya

Main speaka passage preacha treacherous teacha

Always cracked out my ex says ima woman beatta

Am who I am bag handla no evidence it's propaganda

Dumb bitch wit a rant ah don't ask if you'll hate the answer

Badder Bagger no stagger move coke like Mcjagger

Sadder hatter chatter faster to get yo my level you'd need a ladder

Friendly neighborhood dealla who know what good

Assignment understood lemme steer you like how I should

Quite strange I born selling my umbilical cord I'll never change

Money and music mind Ina cage nothing is out of range

Everything you see can be bought traded or sold

Solve a problem so they envy it's the need they behold

From a early age distracted by war and rage

Mental cage but awoke from the herbal sage

Curtain shutta truly smooth like butta without a stutta

No rubba daddy of ya brotha call ya motha clean her guttas

Toxic psychotic erotic the way all my bitches be

Make it so I can't leave so I run them up a tree

Lyrically no copy it's obscene when I up on the scene

Can be seen a in her ravine your incapable too how I lean

Incapable exchangeable baby I'm rapable visions only a profit maybe I am god the second coming stop it

I think I am I understand these ppl lose hope and need some one or something

Yeshua my brother died his book rewritten a thousand times washing the words out of a thousands of peoples crimes

Evil people I'm evil but I portray so it's ok cause it's only a lil villain overlay

Ain't hail Satan bitch Christ like our nation I jus think you jus need a lil less hatred n fuck the masons