Controlled Chaos

I'm just a phone call away from getting paid as a hustle lot/ 16 hour shifts got me blowing like a muffler/ gotta know

the g code, that's if u wanna fuc with us/ long hammer short temper, u don't wanna fuc with us/ Killin paper with flows,

my style got a spin top/ like a grenade, these **** run when my pen drop/ like a parade, haters don't wanna see

the rain drop/ take the batteries from your mind, it'll make your brain stop/ Man I had fall back I was watching u fake

folk/ smiling in my face yet wishing me fake hope/ if u cross me u hanging yourself and that's not a safe rope/ lock u

in the box force to keep the case closed.

Look in my eyes, kever been afraid, We was moving 10 a day, drinking minute maid with a stack thats what a minute

made, plenty shade cause I'm chasing m's I'm a renegade, never fold, keep my hand tucked like I'm playing spades

Man i don't think nobody better than me when my flow spit, man im so sick, bakery hustle I make my dough quick/

foes get one in the back ir they throat slit/ knock ya jaw straight off the hinge like when a door kicked/ toes get

stepped on, focusing on my wealth homes/ flows wake up cause I'm never the one they slept on/ my style straight

foolish, im moving, grooving thru/ and my words circulate in ya mind, no hula hoops/ im a proven dude, close ya

mouth when u chew ya food/ who are u, rip to Tony, really shook my mood/ from the ville, yea I seen the causality/

being real no luck of the draw, it's something I had to be