[Verse 1]
Since day one, motherf**ers been on my back
Yo I'm exigent, not hesitant, so I always pack a mac
When you strap, your ready to pop cops and caps
But now I'm strolling the street with one on my tail
I may got a gun, but we both know I didn't sale
So I turned to the back and started swinging
He tries to blow and grab, but we're throwing jabs
I'm reaching for my pocket, going for a stab
Pulled my swiss on the pig, and amissed his face
But I left no trace, and raced out of the place
He got dropped like a vase, so if the cops want a chase
I'll outrun, pull a gun, and go full apace
No license to k** you motherf**ers
But I'll shoot anything with half a brain, on you s**ers
So its duck, buck, or you get struck
In that case, you gotta embrace that your f**ed
Because when your shot dead with three in the dome
Snitches don't snitch, so there's nothing to be known