Your Life Is On The Line

Verse 1
I'm that new black anthem Tri Clark Rider
Gun tuck low bar spitter like Mariah/
Putting in work got the globe raped in my hands
Spinning hard body like the wave up in your head/
You brushing me in while i'm still digging your dome
Once i'm down to the root you in the dark all alone/
In a platinum casket cover up in a skirt
Doo brown shake it fam i no it hurt/
You just got burnt stomped down better yet murdered
Summit your soul bow down pray to your servant/
The king of New York more or less king of the game
Showing no fear mercy for these birds in this game/
I'm taking it over f**k it fam i'm doing a hova
Tri Clark, R.U.N. till the day is over/
Say no more last bar kick in the door
A.T.F. lay on the floor waving the 4/

Hook: your life is on the line when it come down to me
Set back witch and see, your life is on the line
It ain't hard to see, a true thug stomping the streets/

Verse 2
All your dudes sound real good spitting them bars
Format laid out while i'm bowing up cars/
Switching them up like you switching clips in your tex
Stop switching your flag b***h claiming bloods or Crips/
You neither or your straight dog food for me
I live these streets day and night freaking with freaks/
Live by that code an outlaw in dirty east
South boy's north Cali is repping with me/
You no what that is east side collabo don
For true thugs this ain't no fresh air fun/
Where the murder stacks is high mic's get smash
Caress get damage like Pookie taking a blast/
Your life is on the line and i got it on camera
Framed up in the booth pined up by a hammer/
Call in the troops homie it's gonna be hard
Wrestling me is just like wrestling god/