Letras
Mental da God i'm Sutter Kane and this the mind of madness
I'm off my axis i'm still granting yall access
Behind the curtain for certain this shit is practice
Just a rehearsal for murder full metal jackets
We use but not the movie when I rearrange your jacket
This that soap in a sock action duct tapes some rope
A couple bags easy pass rental car with a tank full of gas and the people who shot Ahmaud
In my sights dim the lights and pull over and get it rocking
Since they wearing sheets then the God wore a stocking
I'm locked in loaded shooting for the stars
I ain't talking Pop Smoke shit but RIP lord
I will Pop and Smoke shit happily take the charge
If a knee touch one of seeds put that on all I love
Said that before so you could rest assure
That it's all out war behind these 16 bars motherfuckers
Your life ends in a murda scene with crimson viscera
The niggaz in your corner the last ones you should listen to
Call my name outta pocket ill bury you in one
Foul flagrant you'll get two more shots after this and one
What we doing son because this beef you not ready for
The gage will take a chunk of you and blow off your chevy door
There's rules to war
When you destroy destroy completely
So after I'm done you won't be relevant no more
Who let you through this door
It's only meant for the prestige
You never see peasants sipping wine with anionted kings
Your not diamond in the rough that ain't never been found
Silencer on the piece just to muffle the sound
All you niggas do is talk
Cant compare hot breath to hot bullets that'll put you in a hospital gown
Punish you clowns with mag rounds
Trust me you acting wild
A 44 will make you mature quick and settle down
Ugh
I ain't a killer but niggas keep trying to push me
Like that rock up in the pot thinking its time that I get it cooking
I was doing it big like a nigga come outta Brooklyn
Got knocked fucked around met a better plug up in booking