I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

 I don't know if I should know you Tell your n***a stop screwin' his face or

 change his whole mood, yeah I think I was born a criminal

 Yeah, I love the tears, unconditional Mr. N-D-O, original, trappers and critical

 When I got my shavers on me, anywhere is swimmable

 Cookin' up dope in my dressing gown, I'm by the seaside

 Homie said he saw him, but he's waitin' for the green light

 Spotted him and ran him over, that's my type of closure

 Fans are askin' me for pictures, I got too much exposure

 The devil doesn't think I see him gettin' closer and closer

 Yeah, she's bad as fuck, but I still keep my composure

 G17s and loaded revolvers, I stuffed them in sofas

 Nobody's safe, I had my flicky on me in Barcelona

 I'm on the 53rd floor, lookin' down at the O2

 It's funny, I don't like the old me, but I like the old you

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. N-D-O, original

 Trappers in critical, when I got my shavers on me, anywhere is swimmable

 Control the town, got my latex and my flicky, break it down

 I can't let no trials and tribulations ever bring me down

 My work is movin' like a demon, you know we ain't messin' round

 I'll spin it back on any clown, in the summertime, you can drown

 Mentally ill, my **** told me I look crazy when I drill

 Same when I turn his back on me, I kept it real

 Hundred thousand for music, I'ma turn that to quarter mil'

 All this pain is trapped inside of me, can't tell you how I feel

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 All this pain is trapped inside of me, can't tell you how I feel

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 My **** told me I look psycho when I drill