Hi-Tech Heathen

[Chorus]
I can’t hang with gang, he don’t do thirties, be popping tens at least
They kicking doors locally, I heard the feds out doing sweeps
He talking loud while he on live but when I show it ain’t no peep
I got shit that cut yo throat lil nigga, you don’t want no beef
I can’t get caught up with a R.I.C.O charge, so I’ll say allegedly

[Verse]
Hi-Tech heathen, slow in breathing
Damnit I might die today
Niggas on the net showing no respect, talking crazy just like ye
I need inspiration, new sensations, guess I’m popping pills today
Fantasize bout murder, walk him down, up the k and split his face
He got a closed casket, we changed the bracket, up the score no time to waste
Brodie going crazy, he had em pinned but now they M.I.A
Control yo driving when you on a drill, traffic stops mean a case
Lord forgive my sins, I clutch F.N as I’m talking to the preacher
I showed my ass in school, screaming fuck the rules but I still had love for my teachers
I was sipping lean and selling the shit all inside the bleachers
Purple stains on my new forces, I’m like goddamn, just copped this shit
A new nigga got in a jam and he froze, I cut him quick, no pussies

[Chorus]
I can’t hang with gang, he don’t do thirties, be popping tens at least
They kicking doors locally, I heard the feds out doing sweeps
He talking loud while he on live but when I show it ain’t no peep
I got shit that cut yo throat lil nigga, you don’t want no beef
I can’t get caught up with a R.I.C.O charge, so I’ll say allegedly