Lyrics

(intro multiple voices)
AYE!
YOU REALLY BACK! TIME TO CELEBRATE!
HERE TRY THIS.. SEE IF YOU STILL GOT IT.
MOTHER FUKKA!

[Verse1]
Keep the nine on me like a nightstick.
Always right beside me, case you try me, like a sidekick.
Shit I spit so hot, it could light wics, ignite shit. BOOM!
Thanking you about it, gets you cut off like a light switch.
Smiling! while I'm cutting up a white brick with this ice-pick.
Got enough for you, you, you, and ya dyke friend!. (Sorry)
My shit so fuckin dope you could take a bump straight up ya nose.
Shits so cold you see ya breath, we in the presence of a ghost. (Boo!)
They thank they know, but really don't.
Retired, back , and still the truth.
Shit so high, when I'm in the booth.
It'll blow a hole off in the roof.
Arguing like bitches do, or phaggets in a Twitter group.
So if ya new, and I hear you, then I'll assume y'all bitches too! (PUSSY!)

[SPEECH TO GHOST]
Listen man, I know I been gone.
But let me kill this mutha fuckin shit a little bit longer.(GO!)
I got some bullshit to talk bout
YO!

[Verse 2]
Can't believe I let a butchy whore threaten all my family.
Always Claiming that shits my fault, gay excuses why she's mad at me.
One day, something inside had enough,and it just snapped in me.
Like what the fuck? Oh no! Help y'all what's happening?(Hahaha)
Turns out, she set me up, thought they could hit a pick and move.
Told her guess what bitch?
Jokes on you, tell em come through!
Walked up out the room and hit the parking lot.
Hit a smoke around the garbage spot.
Heard somebody running, didn't say nothing.
I turned around and shot.
Fat bald piece a shit! Who tf you think this is?
Compared me with, A lil preppy bitch you'd rob a scare real quick?
Walked up and started stompin him, saw his teeth rip through his cheek.
He looked at me saying, please get off a me, I'm sorry G.
It's getting hard to breath man, honestly.
I pistol whipped him for so long, the barrel flew across the street.
Fuck ya apology!
Now you sorry? I guess she told you I'm retarded!
Thought it would be easy run up on me, get enough to make a living off me?
I started emptying his pockets!
Yelling where the fuck you park at?
Around the stairs in the back, the jeep with a red cross tag.
Spit on em told ya wife's in 510.