I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em
Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this
Low threat hasa I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em
Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana
When the spike hit it'll make flatline, period
One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious
Shank docor with choppers raining on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealing shit

This what it comes to, wiling like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam
But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam
But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you shoot
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan
Take trips in and out of the country
Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me
I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam
But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam
But if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare