Moms raised a soldier
I'm not hung over
Gotta move forward
Let em off
Over
Don't want the rover
I need the rarri
Never played no Atari
Straight face
No time for parties
Imma drive my Bugatti
Got on four rings like my Audi
We big five
So I emptied out my shotty
No need for lotti
Let's change da flow
Paving the road
Success
Is earned
And the way up gone keep you on your toes
Man I still throw down the forks
They telling me
Let it go
As if
Bro this is not for show
Take em out one by one
That's what I meant when I said by take this shit slow
Ready for war
Wherever
Whenever
I'm always on go
A demon
For sure
They already know
Haha
Get down get low
Never below
Only what's needed
Don't ever add more
Just stick to the code
That ratchet shits dead
No extra no more
Surrounded by poles
Pointing them at you
If you think of betraying me
Cause I can't have that
So you better be ready
Knifes and machetes
No my name ain't Michale
But I'll hunt you down like Myers
Always hated all these liars
Working hard but I'm not using no pliars
Haha
Always hated these liars
Hunt you down like Myers
Yeah
Knifes and machetes
So you better be ready