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[Verse 1]
Your team gets erupted without interruption, you must be on substance if you think you fuck with
Me, affixed with the madness, with quickness I lash you bitches, blitzkrieg is my fashion
Hellish my visions you cannot hurt me, gripping ashes, the fractions I cut assertive
Hard in the paint, drifting like a derby, there’s no scars on my face, distance when I’m lurking
Lacking compassion to test me - attacking the squadron, I’m ready
Spilling blood all on the levees, determined to conquer the next king
Every second, let me reckon my pride - no exhibit when I’m pimping my ride
Know the mission; just see it in my eyes - with the weapon, and it met in disguise

[Hook]
Dumping the mag, run and I come for your back, hum of the drum cross your path
Loading the clip, cold on the foes in a bit, chose to dispose of my past
Humble enough, crumble the scum as I must, fun without wanting to laugh
Done with this shit, dumb niggas come and they shift, mixing his brains into ash
Dumping the mag, run and I come for your back, hum of the drum cross your path
Loading the clip, cold on the foes in a bit, chose to dispose of my past
Humble enough, crumble the scum as I must, fun without wanting to laugh
Done with this shit, dumb niggas come and they shift, mixing his brains into ash

[Verse 2]
You wonder what the fuck happened
Eject the clip, then I’m putting one back in
Affiliated with no faction
He testing it, I am slamming his casket
He testing it, I am slamming his casket
A drunken light of mine, child that I did not want
Chase convergent dollar signs, as long as you ain’t try to front
Stay married to the flesh, got my dress from hopeless bridal
A7 cost one check, and you know it’s suicidal

[Hook]
Dumping the mag, run and I come for your back, hum of the drum cross your path
Loading the clip, cold on the foes in a bit, chose to dispose of my past
Humble enough, crumble the scum as I must, fun without wanting to laugh
Done with this shit, dumb niggas come and they shift, mixing his brains into ash
Dumping the mag, run and I come for your back, hum of the drum cross your path
Loading the clip, cold on the foes in a bit, chose to dispose of my past
Humble enough, crumble the scum as I must, fun without wanting to laugh
Done with this shit, dumb niggas come and they shift, mixing his brains into ash