[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