Death & Resin

Pull up quiet doors ain't slam I parked down two blocks and walked with theblam

No skis just a hoodie and a heater tucked

Had to check if the dogs in the yard was up

Left the lights on dim I don't do high beans

That glaz on chroma get caught on screens

Stepped through mud so I wouldn't leave prints

Had bleach on deck and a blade for rent

Seen shorty post up like it's sweet on live

Didn't know his own man dropped the addy in fire Door cracked open smelled grease and fries

Could hear the game but I think he was high

Took a breath in slow like the first blunt pull

Heart beat calm like a chess move fool

Tapped once on the pane with the back of the grip

He came to the glass so I blew through it quick

No talking just flashes lungs then leaked

One in the spine made his prayer go weak

Fell on the rug I could hear it squish

That thug got weight when the soul don't flinch Check the hallway saw his girl ran wide

Let her live she just scream and slide

Back to the body no twitch no cry

Face was stuck in a way that lies

Took the phone wipe prints with sleeves

Kicked his blick on the broken leaves

Opened the fridge grabbed juice then dipped

Lit one blunt for the blood could drip

Back to the whip shirt smell like smoke

Not the pack that cordite choke

Glock on lap with a mind of his own

It still hums low like it caught that tone

Hit the car wash wipe down wheel

Toss the shell where the lake run still

Tire is bald but the trail too clean

Ain't no dirt when the ghost get mean

Stop

I ain't post your name I ain't laugh I ain't flex

You already know what it was by the way you slept

You ever feel that breeze at 4am

They ain't win that's the last chance I gave that came and went

Y'all throw subs I throw slugs y'all talk tough

I dig thugs slide like chess but I play with blood

One wrong blink and you drown in mud

Ain't gotta say who you don't know when it's time

You'll feel that chip before you hear that nine

I don't rap for streams I talk in codes

When I say step I don't mean no toes

Hop out creep and switch on beam

Face wrapped up I'm a hooded dream

Trap been jumpin' since I was a teen

Now I drop bags like the money ain't green

I get ghosted ain't no text

Just a drum on the K and a hole in his chest

Ain't playin' chess but I check that vest

Hit through glass that's a window flex

Smokin' on zips not talkin' bout jackets

This one loud like bro got brackets

Packed so funky I don't need mattresses

It light itself when I break them fractions

Pop out fresh with a stolen ride

Dash got dope and the doors got pride

Prince from the last who died in the trunk

Got room if he talk on live

Can't say name so I rhyme in code

But it's blocked on post that's a demon load

Glock got sweat from the work I owed

And it switched so fast it be bending rope

TT called said the dope too pure

Gave half of the text now she need one more

Line so long it look like a tour

Fiends outside like a Jordan store

Phone on D&D when them pack come in

Blick on lap like it's part of my skin

Don't do church I just spin and spin

That van got ten and revenge within

Fent in the cap but the coat come flake

One short line now he meet his fate

Slide through slow just me and Dre

I ain't talk bout no CLB tape

Cash got stains but my record clean

Burned them clothes when I hit that scene

I don't do opps I delete routines

Make his whole crew look like bad dreams

Never no leg shots face get took

He ain't duck as now he's naming books

Don't do hooks this straight from crooks

And the shell don't lie when the city shook

I seen plugs turn dark stand and fry

Had to double back just to test that side

Blew out the whip while shorty cried

Then I hit the stool with the pack in pride

Phone on mute when I'm bagging a soul

Fiends don't knock they sing at the door

Lil' bro geeking off Xans and blow

Call the first body still tag this pole

Don't slish that's code in the DNA

We don't write down beef we print it on plates

Dope so clean made a pastor break

Heard heaven got gates I make hell wait

Dirty the sticks like my opps was a mop

Ran through the town with a ghost and a glock

Told lil' shawty don't text just drop

Every ping might lead to a fed or opp

Putting bodies in basements bricks in the vents

I don't need to flex I pay my rent

And blood and souls in pressure

Spent you ever seen God blink

God dead when I bent

The corner on eighth them shelves on ninth

By ten I was chillin' like the scene was fine

Got back to the trap just in time

To cook a new pack and rewrite time

I'm him don't ask what that mean

Took five bricks turned pain into a scheme

Clip like a ruler teach a boy a lesson

Got your trap house smelling like death and resin