Masterpiece

(Damn, Jay, I like this one!)

Is that Young Free?

Mm, mm

Mm

I live my life on the line, I tell you I love it, I ride to the fullest extent

Came through the shit with a fully, crouched up

With a hoodie, caught one tryna jump on my fence

I'll go catch me a head and just go and sit back, just act like it never exist

Lil' bro say he shoot one hand, I rather use two, I guess that's the way he insist

Bro say he want some more help, drop a bag on a nigga before he go icing his wrist

You can't get off in my car, you acting too nervous, this shit about taking a risk

Tryna catch one at the store, hit him like fast before he can open his bricks

And when you pull up in that roll, you better keep popping on dash, it open your lip

We get it low, we pull up out the tragedies

They play, so why niggas mad at me?

Still in the field and they know I ain't ducking

No work, I kill anything that's coming after me

Try to come slide on some ten when they know

I'm on point with a chop and a shot out the galaxy

Dre killed a nigga and took it right off his feet

You would think I'm patrolling the gravity

Came from the cut when they thought we gon' shoot out

The car, nigga died 'cause he ain't peep the strategy

Hitting his head, I ain't aim for the chest or the leg, hit the top, knock off a mentality

I get the blow anywhere you can run and go

Have it, when I get to shooting, it's rapidly

Drilling and flowing, so I finna make the mass, he dead, they alerting his family

Been out in foreign and I got some shit on the seat

When they hit it, I knock down the faculty

Already knowing they ain't what they claiming they

They be on the 'net, man, these niggas be capping me

Know he be scoring, he been jumping out of the V

Catch a fade, got too close and he clapped the E

Playing with Sean, jump out, six shot ARP

Fucking Glock is a big, got more action

Hitting his head, I'm guessing it wasn't

The time I spent with a chop and a ten

To get a drop, think they surviving them .40s and .9s

And the cop pull a ye, he was shooting while

He driving, strike 'cause he told us to ride

He got hit in his neck and I tore up his chest, why the fuck was he holding his side?

I could pay for the head, I'm the type to go get him

Don't be in that car 'cause I'm killing who with him

While standing in the crowd, you could die in the middle

Don't wanna see innocents up in the spittle

I ain't letting shit slide, this shit bigger than pride

I'm sorry, I been this way since I was little

When I catch a fade, hope he out with the rest

When that bottle let off, tryna score me a triple