Cover lows with highs bro we get by
Chaperoned by lines when I flip rhymes
Hoping 9 to 5 ain't on my horizon
Take sobriety under advisement
If I stand up they stand down
If I man up it's man down
No hands up for hand outs
Imma run it up till I get ran down
Prose adulterer, own mind alterer
Time at the altar cull the devils on his shoulders uh
NAH self-indulger, road to high-roller
This audio a polaroid of video, hold up
The trap no nearer than the heart of Venus
Cap, new era when I start that street shit
Didn't charge for the chamber when I copped that heat clip
So if you slide foul watch me shoot that free kick
Beef is alway over dough like a Wellington
Pythons get buried when they toe-to-toe with Remingtons
Calibres, Excalibur's, I'm going for the pen again
He carry me to catacombs, I'll count him as a better friend
No it never end, it never end
From the womb to the tombstone
No it never end, it never end
From the womb to the tombstone
This tension, no it never end...
No it never can