Guess who’s back in the game, with a whole new aim-to-spit
A whole new game-to-kick, fortune n fame-aint-shit
Im only here to shoot n kill the careers of the lame-but-rich
hate yo shit, grates by inch,
everytime i hear it in the adverts on my playlist bitch
Pay for hits, straight up prick, a label bitch
fake as tits, in a make up kit,
Failed to spit, any major shit
hip hop needs a clear out quick
Dont look at me, i just came to say my shit
blaze a spliff, gettin what those players get
Pussy Power and Respect
Followed By A Cheque
No regrets, so complex,
When i get these off my chest
Lyrics spread my spirits test
slip over edge, no fear of death
i spread my wings way over head
A souljah said, we overspent
our souls on this hopeless tense
to no Compense,
it Dont make sense,

A soulless mess, where soldiers rest
I hold my breath, is it over yet?
do i fold my deck, or what the heck
Im all in so Hold Em Tex
Show the Grown respect
unless you shouldered death
and own a tech
Dont speak my name or my smouldered breath
will hold ya neck and choke ya chest
till theres No thing left but smoke and death
hold me back, theres no way back
when its all blades strapped
and im hearin that,
another life gone over made up snatch
claim they bad, crazy lads,
stayin mad over jail bait slags
and Usher thought he got it bad
its goin mad,
we're growing sad, losin lads to the clippy bags
sippin caps, dippin tabs, when they finish class
to mask the fact they miss their dads
since they mam zipped his bags, n kicked his ass
n used em like her fisted hand any chance she had
thats what chance they had,
back n forth like their dad for grams
blazin up but the sadness lands,
When a man is canned from the savage plans
wishing he could vanish from the damage and
would gladly hang from the rafters
he's the baddest of all the actors
smile now snap like a band right after
searchin for that laughter