text: Pictures of plenty, sippin my glass full of henny
  Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies
  Approach for contact cause Im live I multiply
  Soon as I open fire niggas die wit open eyes
  Scare to take a nap, its a trap a long maze
  Dreamin of gettin stacks, makin scratch the wrong way
  What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily
  Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me
  Its like a throne that he dont even own
  He wont sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
  Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing
  He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
  He dont want the room or want the loot hes in it for the sport
  Running circles round his competition on the court
  He appreciates your support but he aint begging for it
  And you can love and you can hate it
  But you cant ignore it, you cant be that ig-nor-ant
  But you can try to sell him short
  But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
  And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
  And If Im fronting man you better come confront me for it
  The pin stripes and the gray 
  The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
  While niggas flirt
  Im sewing tigers on my shirt
  And alligators
  Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
  Here come the drama, oh
  Thats that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
  Why you punch me in my face?
  Stay in ya place
  Play ya position, here come my intuition
  Go in this nigga pocket
  Dont go to sleep
  You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
  Other niggas close they eyes
  Seein dreams in they sleep
  But dont fall asleep
  Dont go to sleep
  You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
  Other niggas close they eyes
  Seein dreams in they sleep
  But dont fall asleep
  Often, its a young nigga, in a coffin
  Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
  Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold
  Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
  Dont cry, he chose the life
  Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
  How you smile at a momma when she lost a child?
  I inhale strong weed then release the stress
  Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
  Like yay-yo
  Niggas pull out when I say so
  Commence to poppin motherfuckers copy it fatal
  Efficiently I delete then flee
  The art of war, livin sucka free, get wit me
  Motherfucker dont sleep
  You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
  Other niggas close they eyes
  Seein dreams in they sleep
  But dont fall asleep
  You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
  Other niggas close they eyes
  Seein dreams in they sleep
  But dont fall asleep