Pictures of plenty, sippin my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact cause Im live I multiply
Soon as I open fire niggas die wit open eyes
Scare to take a nap, its a trap a long maze
Dreamin of gettin stacks, makin scratch the wrong way
What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me
Its like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the room or want the loot hes in it for the sport
Running circles round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint begging for it
And you can love and you can hate it
But you cant ignore it, you cant be that ig-nor-ant
But you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And If Im fronting man you better come confront me for it
The pin stripes and the gray 
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt
Im sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh
Thats that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face?
Stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket
Dont go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
Dont go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
Often, its a young nigga, in a coffin
Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold
Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
Dont cry, he chose the life
Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
How you smile at a momma when she lost a child?
I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
Like yay-yo
Niggas pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin motherfuckers copy it fatal
Efficiently I delete then flee
The art of war, livin sucka free, get wit me
Motherfucker dont sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein dreams in they sleep
But dont fall asleep