bruh if you talking to the fed, remember to tell them you’re dead

you might as well give him a shirt

with funeral pics of your head 

cause where i’m from we do not talk

FED thought i was DEF till the end

the narco behind me got fed 

DEA thought i was in a haste to the ends  

right where the story began, i never lie boy the genesis start from the ends 

you lot might not comprehend, but real recognize real and i ain’t the type to forget 

tricks up my sleeve, and i got hats full of rabbits, young nigga calling it magic 

really was tragic but if i do and hit a lick i probably won’t go buy a patek 

just cause o’ status 

young niggas rocking designer and tearing up they own trousers

can you imagine i had a 100 thousand that cost 20 bitches on a mattress 

shit is electric, i’m breaking and building and stacking and packing it all call it tetrace 

i ain’t a psych but don’t be surprised if i pull up and  spark up my  J with a matches