[Verse 1]
Creepin' on the backstreets with a Mac seated in your hand
What will you do with it?
Don't tell me we ‘bouta ride out
I'm captivated by your extraordinary patriotism, but my life is not scheduled to time out
This endless cycle will never yield a solution
But, it's about as impossible to stop as stopping pollution
Your efforts are futile, the damage done
Hollow tips searching for a destination as you run
Your mental cap never surpa** catastrophe
Calamity is the only home you ever knew
There just has to be a way out
Gotta transcend these obstacles
Better not get caught slippin': fastest way to a hospital
Committing nefarious activity to survive
Goin' hard, but you're far from makin' it out alive
I bet you feel imperial, though
Let me imagine the scenario:
You want your murder blasted on stereo
So large a quantity of homicides, it's serial
Undercover cops infiltrate like venereal infestations
So, what you wanna do?
They makin' a move, so you better think fast
They comin' right after you
[Hook x2]
Pardon me (pardon me)
Let me find a way out and live again
I apologize for the way I have lived in sin
Will you let me live or will I die again?
f** it, just let the games begin
[Verse 2]
Notifications blow up your phone as you're waiting for a reply from a girl that's certainly Haitian decent
Fornication on the mental distracts you from more serious matters that are easily detrimental
Opposition will formulate a plan for retaliation for reachin' in they turf
As if you were a foreign nation
It's warfare outdoors
Avalanche, uproars
Belligerence is a certain trait we like to ignore
Although, it's notorious that we stay ready for war
Never lackin', always packin' on the enemy's shore
Drowning away and the darkness swallows you whole
The identical darkness to whom you sold your soul
Erroneously, you think I'm talkin' ‘bout Satan
I'm discussing the fact that you gave your life to the pavement
Corpse bloodied and all
While your life ends, another one starts
Let the games begin
[Skit]
Man 1: Dawg, I done heard what happened to your brother last night, cuz
sh** tragic, man, that was my homie and everything, too, know what I'm sayin'?
But, aye, you tryna ride up on ‘em n***as, loc?
What you tryna do?
Man 2: Nah, nah, mane, it ain't worth it
He wouldn't have wanted us to do that sh**, nah'm sayin', bro?
Just how sh** went down, cuz, it ain't -
Man 1: C'mon, that's your brother, cuz
You can't tell me –
Mane, I got the homies in the car right now, cuz
Just ready buss on these fools real quick, mane
Man 2: Nah, nah, check it out, cuz
Chill out
If them motherf**ers wanna come at a n***a, then it's war on e'rythang
But, sh**, a n***a ain't beefin' right now, so I'm cool than a motherf**er, mane
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
Man 1: The f**? What the f** got into you, my n***a? sh**, if that's what you want
I mean that's your motherf**in' brother, my dude
Actin' like you ain't even give a damn
I mean, sh**, wha-
Man 2: n***a, what is you hollering for? Actin' like you the one that done lost a brother
sh**, f** ‘em n***as, a'ight?
Just lemme just enjoy this motherf**in' blunt by my self, cuz
My n***a