there are snakes in the grass/ poisonous ones that I can't get passed/ they just point and laugh/ sayin' I won't get them stacks/ I'm sick of that shit/ everyone annoyed of the way I act lit/ but I'm finna go take them hits/ pickpocket these niggas till they tryna give me licks/pop you one to the head: no witnesses/snipers to the right and left of my businesses/ I finesse the game/fuck yawl and all these damn lames/ yawl act fine till you reach Cuse/ then it's gloves off, so I shove you off the roof/
They watching me, dead till the feds catch up to me/
I'm finna be legendary: bitch that's a real king/
Yeah my niggas bow down to this fiend/
I'm a real OG/ I don't need to be on lock/
Criminal minded, pull out my glock/ two shots to the dome/
Leave the country: move to Rome/
Drop my location and my phone//)
