Lord

Im ready for the battle like a Pagan is

Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in

As-salamu alaykum for the bacon

And a little bit of coke I put the cake in and it's certified dope

Having anything to do with it we selling

Every rock that they can smoke so let's take a toke and Imma rake it in

Pillsbury the dough, to the dome, like I'm seeking through the soul

Like I'm peeking through the soul

But I'm reekin like our reefer, rather keep up with her, go

Straight to the dro

Creepin' on em, peeping on em, leave em in the zone

They don't even really know

Looking on em, keeping on em, taking every foe

For the love of the money B gotta reap in what I sow

But I keep it what I know

For the ending of the row gotta go will I go

When I get it Imma know to follow my known foe

My caliber lock and load alabaster box when I cock and I crow

Gotta Glock and I'm Bone Thug where you wanna flow

To the clock and the time zone

Spirit gon fly all y'all niggas dead to the life force cyclones

Right now when they hydro while what about the well known Cairo

Got em stuck in the grave

Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid

A little hustlin' muthafucka put the brush to the face

I Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed

I went from cookin the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows

Gotta bookin' today and ima split it with my bros

Gotta get it how we go come meet me with the pros

Now I'm never gonna fold, watch the bank account grow

If it ain't about dough then it ain't about jack

And I'ma take it like i want it i ain't giving it back

I get us in with a stack and then i get on attack

Im like the tasmanian devil nigga bigger than Shaq

Call the reaper get the shovel I'm a certified rebel in a league of my own

And that's a whole nother level, nothing's free

I never settle keep the pedal to the metal

When them haters in my rear view, hello hello

Burn, baby let it burn

Now it's my turn

I get in a nigga's system like a hundred viles of sherm

Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2 minutes

You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas

Yeah, you heard em try to get with it

But couldn't get it quicker than the realest

Man they think they can deal with this

And knock me out my rhythm, but I'm never gonna be the fuckin' victim

'Cause I'd rather be the suspect

Haven't I given them enough yet

Can't they understand they ain't dealing with a punk bitch

One quick move and it's murder

And I'm a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving

A$AP, but wait a minute

I'm probably one of the sickest niggas that ever did it

I'm in it cause I'm a win it

I'm a muthufuckin' lyrical tyrant

Pivotal giant of this shit

And I do way more, just twist the words

You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb

Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shits superb

I'll probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb

So get at me, I'm kinda trigger happy

When it come to shootin' my gift

I'm like a 44 magnum, Stag one

Backin' em up, body bag full of niggas

Wack raps, that's wack, so I'm stackin' em up

Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda for em

Murderous poet, I create a bloody murda poem

So when they run up on me nigga be ready to show em

Redrum redrum redrum rum rum

Yo, before this project

We'd like to thank the most high

On behalf of the A$AP Mob, Bone Thug and, all in attendance

Knowing that all things belong to those

For the cleanliness and the power the first in the nation

To prove who they are

Through infinity, through eternity, through time span

Standing one man, if you hold my hand, hold my hand

(Make sure its a hand)

With all things around me I will never win

I won't win with angels

I won't win with the brothers

I won't win with Rome

I won't win with Sodom and Egypt

(I keep corpse close to my home)

Let us roll tell them why we did what we did, if we did

In Jesus name, Amen