chrome cream triple beam home team rap the tools of the trade rocking jewels in the shade bathe in the hate then i rinse in the rapture precise living trife no prints for the capture been there done that cocaine gum rap your shine got dead that you won t get the sun back uh while y all self destruct i eat good maintain health then fuck no new friends but had to dead a couple old ones same routine chain gleam my niggas hold guns building for the better while we bagging up the butter see me on the tv but i m rapping for the gutter i stood back and contemplate life as i live it fall back nigga keep the phone slang cryptic speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues cause when it s on my niggas speaking with guns motherfucker mob at the squad shirts off hard in the yard come live leave scarred in the coroners car look at his face clowns get put in their place boy hot like the stove top cooking the eigth nothing to me trust me they loving the g bad bitch wanna turn up get fucked in the v and tossed to the curb watch who you re talking to herb no dice get your head cracked off for some words think its a game show that we ain t thinking the same don t make a lot of friends in a blink shit change coming for ours squad too hungry to starve how we swarm to the honey when there s money involved my flows are a breath of fresh air to a meth head on his deathbed with gangrene in his arm and it just spread into his main vein in his brain you never seen this level of pure dope since it killed river phoenix or janis joplin yo it s hot son lets do a drive by in my pop s car with my mom s gun hop in a datsun pop a couple oxycontin and take away their oxygen with a shotgun rest in peace to eric garner these racist cops killing blacks like cos in dannemara make me wanna blast a revolver and i ain t talking about no beatles album no genre a martyr a suicide bomber a bulletproof armor that ll die for my honor and we don t give a fuck about the law or your honor pull his whole whip back and kidnap his daughter  you had one job spit extraordinary lines instead you came with extra ordinary rhymes yo 7l tell me where the gat at nah scratch that i mma take the at at megasaurus take a tourist by his dad hat es in the trenches like a lab rat listen i m a lion roaring you re a dog yelping i am matt murdock you re a foggy nelson im john romitas jon bernthal punisher you re a penis in a urinal statue of liberty dunk leaves your mans buried i jump over trump voters like stansberry win the title and bounce david thirdkill ill punchline i m working on the verse still slow it down cause we know you re real fake it s like when you hit the brakes and the steering wheel shakes