Scary Times

[Intro: Mickey Diamond]
What? No Cosign

[Verse 1: Mickey Diamond]
I know niggas that's never comin' home
Even if they click their heels; three times
Just for riding what they shit concealed
I know niggas in the field that's getting rich from pills (I do)
He so high, he like, "Here, Jesus, grip the wheel"
My young killers that'll pull it off their hips and peel (Brrt!)
Snitch and squeal, just make sure your lips is sealed
Don't buy it, especially if they rip the seal
I move quiet, you know loud nigga start riots
I know niggas with good ideas but they ain't try it
He got high and now he a fiend like Bray Wyatt
Recordin' out the high air, I could have been a pilot
Shit, as high as I can get, I would have been the fliest (True)
Niggas jumpin' ship like they could have been a pirate
For 300 I might kick a verse like Leonidas (Uh)
Rebels of the year, trouble in your ear, show no fear
My peers can make the Devil shed a tear (What?)

[Verse 2: SUBSTANCE810]
Sublime we quotes when it's time to float
My targets inside the scope, my rapping is harder
Caught a trafficin' charge 'cause the lines are dope
No cosign, just cocaine to fry your nose, the mighty mitten
No smoking mirrors, that's the life we livin'
Provide a feeling of nostalgia, I put in the mileage, I'm committed
In MI we just be rhymin' different
I never waste a minute 'cause the time's ticking, I'm raw
Bars hard as Coney Island fried chicken
The foolish talk while the wise listen
Ty told me 16, If not I go five minutes
Wire different
Salute to my fellow kings, this for those who stay loyal
No side switchin', I kept receipts
Ten-thousand hours, the efforts deep, mad deceit
From those that love me allegedly
And now I stress the least, rested these calm energy
I had the molt the king from a checkered piece

[Verse 3: Dango Forlaine]
I don't need a beat, nigga, you could cut the sound off
In the game knee deep watchin' my shadow like a groundhog
The nine be the piece, but my 9 piece is for all y'all
Armageddon send 'em to seventh heaven, we all dogs
I was down hella bad but that's a small loss
Payin' debts, destined gon' be worth for my garage cost (Facts)
That's why I'm a boss, moth cutter slice the fly shit
Prolific earner, burner murder talk
When I get high shift the paradigm
Holiest Minister Louis Farrakhan (Say that)
Share a kind word with you, brother, I wouldn't share a dime
At the top you should climb up the ladder
The air is fine, Carol time countin' the blues, singing like Sarah Vaughan
'Bout to lynch niggas for the bullshit and they narrow minds
That mean I lynch niggas for hire, I got a Merrill mind
Streaker series, built in pyramids this Pharaoh's design
In traps watch fiends go hit for hit like Barry Bonds

[Bridge: Dango Floraine & Ty Farris]
Yo, woo this was sick, shit, uh, in this scary time
You ever seen niggas moonwalk on mud before, man?
Hahaha, that's what the fuck happenin', man
No Cosign Cocaine 4, let me do my thing

[Verse 4: Ty Farris]
I bring the fury if you think you wild
I found floatin' with some flounder (Aha)
Any encounter end up in dirt just like a grounder (Yeah)
My turf treacherous, gold medalist when the weapons lift (Pow!)
They reckless to represent, my preference: dead presidents (Always)
See, I effortless, I execute excellence, I bounce the syllables
Your career only elliptical, your condition lookin' critical (Ah)
My gun big is the one from the cover of Bobby Digital (What?)
No pity for the pitiful, side thoughts of a criminal (Yeah)
Always unpredictable (Always), let the hammer scream like Mystikal
Keep my street life mythical, it's never visible (Woo)
My principles I never waver (Never), Elway Jersey Jordans, carrot flavor (Aha)
Me and my Nina got marriage papers
Bars over BS shot caller I make it happen
Embrace this classic, Michael Jackson in that zip up jacket
This the Malice in the palace, we came to whip some asses
The punches we throwin' is the main attraction, motherfuckers