Fullest Extent

Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid

Still cats getting shot in front of my crib

I try to chill

Think "man this ain't no way to live"

So I don't trip

I dip but I ain't afraid of shit

Cats get it twisted cause' I

Don't call it goons

Like I can't have my cousin

See your mothers room

I ain't a soft dude, like some assume

I got a gully crew and

They got a hundred tools

I been tellin yall cats it's a hundred jewels

I'm from the boneyard crews

With a hundred dudes

I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes

Shit but still my click sprays shit

Lot of cats lookin at me

Like the clique ain't shit

But we still up in the

Hood with them radio spins

Do you know what it's like

For you to have fame

But your life ain't change

Not a dollar to your name? I bang

So I'm back where the

Stick-up kids rob chains

Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James

I got them long things, and they all bang

But I ain't tryna turn your

Night to a long day

You might be the one if I got the right aim

It might be your son if I got the wrong aim

And that's the raw thing

You wanna think about

So you better think it out

Before you rob the wrong chain

Rap got me hustling, strappin the gun again

Blast if they comin in

Wrath of the government

Laugh til republicans, taxing our publishing

Mask if you bubbling, asking you once again

To pass off the fucking rent

- brothers is broke never ate with a phony -

Can't stomach the hoax

Coming too close to death

I ain't tryin to wig

My mixtape's sponsored by Coke

Without the fuckin IronPigs

Allentown native surrounded by labor

Haters that neighbor the cradle plus

The craver of craters

Invading til we raided or

Graduating to weighing weight

Debating on waiting or taking

Garbage until your straight (thats right)

Hold your breath for me

Lay you down on a stretcher seat

When I'm really tryin to vent

Like a skecher sneak

Until they wrestle me for

Vesting in that recipe

All I had left was three

So these muthafuckas ain't stressin me

Break it down

When you talk revolution niggas take

It the wrong way think you on some Gandhi

Shit starving in Bombay

Till you flood their city with

Heat like it was Pompeii

Have you singing like K-Ci, Jo Jo

And DeVante (snitch)

Wanna fuck your life up?

Here’s the recipe nigga

Try some crystal meth and

Heroin and ecstasy nigga

Or you could just try fucking

Ride next to me nigga

Bullet trajectory you’ll hit the

Ground eventually nigga

Listen, look at your position

Is your destiny written?

Is it really free-will that you’re given?

Or a choice from one

Of gods infinite decisions?

I don’t need any given religion

It's state driven

Snake Plissken escape from New York

To spread the sickness

Unforgiven baron wasteland apocalyptic

I’ve indictably scripted

Everything futuristic

So now to the fullest extent

Is how I live shit