Before we get outta here, I got this track I want ya'll to wreck on Gimme six lines, six lines is all I need Alright, ok, I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, n***a you my main mother f**er right? you duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic Out the back door If you ain't got that dough I'll click-clack-blow and kick down doors I roll backwood trees with that emerald green when i'm on scene chillin' with my n***a, roll, gettin' blow chillin' with ladies with the pretty eyes and straight teeth Sittin in my ride playing make-believe like, that's my car, that's my girl Imma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one I write rhymes for the fun of it, but give me none of it or you'll be facing capital punishment I'm a soldier of fortune, my style is extortion and I'm gorging more than a portion. Take an excursion, oceanography odyssey that got me seeing 3D, you don't wanna see me not for one second, not for one bar on one record you think you hard, then come stepping i'll turn a threat into a confession, i'll turn a mic into a blunt weapon make you forget what you were once stressing I'm a ba** drum beat, a mad high hatter Ensnare the snare with this here, choke the life out it Invited and vitalize it, prop it up proper so you guys can idolize it I'm not at all surprised that you modeled after my sh** The mastermind is ahead of whatever the times is Ya'll n***as saps, maple leaves, all your raps are make-believe I get an eigth and breath, like i'm Toni Braxton, give your homie action you're gettin no reaction, slow your roll, I'm packin Lean down when I get up, your style is put up, your turn to burn it up you're borin, I'll suffocate you while you snorin, k** em' softly like Lauren You're spillin, I'm pourin, innadequately hydrated, it's live ain't it f** with me, get stuck with cutlery, luxery, I'm livin' luckily Music is my sanctuary, it's life