| No time to wait, gotta make cake |
| Keep your burners on bake 'cause the streets ain’t safe |
| The streets got me layin, same games, no rules |
| 'Bout to go legit, flip quick on these fools |
| I look at hustle, in the long term sense |
| I ain’t tryna be stuck with a long term sentence |
| Calculate my moves like I’m Bumpy Johnson |
| Bring it to 'em by surprise, straight dumpin on 'em |
| Mentally I could chalk out your physical |
| Way before you even taught of ever grabbin your pistol |
| I can’t wait to get the drop first, and watch it drop first |
| 'Cause you swine like knock words |
| I hit your face, turn your head when I come through |
| My man wanna get at you with the gun fool |
| we maneuver through the hood quicker than light speed |
| The god always hook me up with the tight weed |
| I hit your stance, you pollutin my cypher |
| I’m all in your way 'cause it’s my duty to slice ya |
| Your poor fee is with you |
| Divine justice when the niners hit you |
| Didn’t know the half, so I split you |
| It’s the righteous don, when I write my songs |
| It’s like the quiet storm, till my mic is on |
| And once I got ya, it’s too bad, too late |
| It’s two of y’all, they’ll find your bodyparts in two lakes |
| There’s more of y’all, well I’m well prepared |
| To stab you where you bleedin, wipe your lung in my sleeve |
| From the hood to the office, I’m good for a profit |
| Like Kareem with the sky hook, how could you stop it |
| If I got to, I’ll send a son or two at you |
| Straight pit, them dogs will turn you to cat food |
| I’m that dude, the one that’s callin the shots |
| Went away and came back, niggaz was all in my spot |
| Sheisty niggaz even had their hands all in my pot |
| Gave 'em a group raid and buried them all in one plot |