[Intro]
[Verse 1: Papa j. Ruiz]
Now this vivid description
Like fiction in the city
Where the ice thickens
Them nights livin' in this weed
Have my sight visions side kickin'
Young mothers get their lines
Sniff keep my mouth shut
Came up a slight different
The heights risen foreclosure in tonight's livin'
The sh** I go through could probably get christ' b**hin'
City stricken, a broke city slicka penny flippin denny dish washin', baby momma b**hin', poverty stricken within
Inside of my chest, hold the truth
Rappers po truth va moosh disintegrate your platoon
With a spoon fed his partna's when he couldn't even move
Momma always had a clue
Askin' why my coat stenched like drenched in sativa with a pinch of these lines, lifestyle when we die for the gold and silva'
These rappers are slower than whats really eatin' Gilbur
Shark bites with my jaws Steven Spielberg
[Verse 2: Papa j. Ruiz]
Now my flesh is possessed by heavy d** and unproctected s**
And don't you guess I've 2 senses 2 s**es
I'm dominant this snatch pregnat lady thinking suplex and do switch fluid man kind
b**h get over here I'mma tell you this last time
*get over here you f**ing b**h what I tell you
Motherf**er ah ah*
And I'm dreaming of kicking knee caps and relax
With the seed back inside the green lack
Tie you up teaspoon the poison you gon' eat that
Where to speak domino to put the lick
With the empty click an ungranded base intuistic just
As tales switch f**ed up
Composing music for mister lucifer
f** one time and then I put at the jupiter
My teacher's stupid instead of seen the picture see the plug
Instead [?] if I get locked up behind bar reals
My heart tell me that I need go all out
Start doing hits for cartel