I be outside
Spitting flow like Southside
Bitch, you ain't on my side
Lead my crew like Farsight
And they can't understand
This music's my Neverland
I am lost boy like Peter Pan
Dressed in black like Knights of Ren
Tattoos on my face, they stare
Wounds on my soul, yeah, I am rare
It's not like they ever cared
They were fake, now they beware
I got armor like a knight
Telescope like Rodelero
For the opps I got a knife
Hand to hand, no pistolero