Open your ears when I spit cause I'm talking from the heart

I can't be seen like a blind man walking through the dark

Keep a bit to get my feels on and make this loop sound just like a real song

Bust up the deals wrong it's getting critical now

You can't kill me with imaginary guns and invisible rounds

I'm bringing game by the pound when I get in your town

These **** whack with a pitiful style

Go get a life ****

Me and you is like a muslim and a white ****

We don't mix so this clip is for your life ****

I'm back being broke fuck that shit

I grab my dope in my coat **** in my way don't forget the rope

Later on down the road you might cry cause you kicked your ass backwards for messing with me

Calling the shots knocking down billboard cats

Fucking over you with your fake rap break your back

Watch your body collapse hearing murder attacks

Ass kids walking the tracks and my **** backyard busting tight raps

Getting chained off a fool's tank

All my dawgs graduated from boot camp with enough firepower to burn

I told you once now you tired which is one

Go ahead against something you ain't man enough to walk up on it

Passing back down shit that I did making dumb moves

Coming home in my mom's jail

Soon as I touch the clip rough life blowing back your wig

Could have paid the price police at my doorstep early and bright **** back at you

Sitting back being broke fuck that shit grab my dope in my coat **** in my way

Don't forget the rope later on down the road

You might think you can try Jesus

But you kicked your ass backwards for messing with me

Back at you shouldn't stop at your butt tag

I can't say I can't say never was a coward

This a piece of fun adding up to more harm than it's worth

I'm off the money never fix all my mistakes on dummies

Real hard to climb that gate

My brother lost his dreams paid poorly by gates

Looking back with his back tucked up seeing everybody's backs up

Before you leave the earth rolling out in a hearse

I could have had been in my worst running out in this flood

And I started all out according to the clock

I'm black rocked out all closed out

Mad **** off the same array

Hanging to the post size and I know that I'm chilling

Getting my weight up holding this paper back

Drinking up these paper cups falling down like raw trash

Holding hot sticks phone max and my enemies on the other side seem to need you

You got their backs and you ready to ride with the bitches

That will soak your ass up in the cash fridge

And his body enough in the trunk ****

Tanking this shit coming back at you **** shut up

Back on your ass **** fucking 18 this bitch

My **** Rio putting this shit down ****

This mixed ass shit about to mix your motherfucking shit up ****

Fucking **** **** get your shit pumped up coming back at you

You know what Akil Fadil

My **** chances

My **** chances

My **** chances

My **** chances