Slowly roasting em, proudly boasting the west coast,
As I'm burning through your city turnt and ready to see ghosts.
I'm ready to envoke, aim steady when I toke,
I might just leave you cooked up like spaghetti garlic toast.
Seemed to got you all choked with the shit that I wrote,
But get up in my business, I might get up in your throat.
You wonder who with us, and which one of us tote,
Solve that mystery, you're history and we back doing the most.
So ease up there Scooby, just handle your biz,
Or see the news of a shooting of some meddling kids,
When #2 hit the fan we put the metal to lids,
To give you some perspective on what settling is.
In this talentless biz, oh what a scandal it is,
Don't push me I'm still tryn to keep this animal in...
No matter the whims, no matter the sins,
Just keep adding up wins, and pray they scatter the wind!

Yo hold up hold up, I don't think they're even ready for this shit man... You know what, fuck it... K/utch, let's let 'em know!

You scared pussy run and get you some help.
These bars are pretty fly right? I wrote em myself.
My aim for the skylight's a problem of self,
So why would I share the lime light with anyone else?
Except the homies, all I see is phonies,
Learned the hussle made my first rack by my lonely,
Grab an oven mit when I spit cause I'm smoking,
You might call it beef to me this meat is bologna.
Quit acting like you know me -
Cause you just tried this same shit on the last dude befo' me,
... So if you ain't tryna blow me,
Best to get a Grip and take your position below me...

Going out for the Pecos, that's just how each day goes,
I be in the starrrrs, like everyday is May4th.
On the blvd with some weight out the jar,
Couple pretty barrrrs and all the shit they payed for.
And I'm about to make more...
Put in twice the work so I can double up my bank roll.
Smell me starting to stank more...
Cause I commit to turning up & burn it up in a dank roll.
And I remain thankful,
Cause everything I've got is a blessing it's a handful.
But I fly off the handle, there's nothing that you can do,
Just hope you had the smarts to play the right angle.
If you believe angels...
Pray down on your ankles , still none of that will save you,
He won't have to betray you, like Kane did to Able,
Cause if god wanted you dead he can call on the angel Gabriel.
Just a fable? Or allegoric metaphysical,
In this bible verse writing cursive and it's literal,
Is a curse an avid gift when the all the rips are internal?
Devine presence is a present only with a vehicle.
So I'll turn you ho-ly, cause I came with the truth,
If you got some shit to show me I'm waiting for proof.
& If you are such a brute like you claim in the booth,
better shoot this young dude, i'm going out for the loot.