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[Hook: TreaZon]
You either with me or against me
And I can tell you fuckers ain't with me
So when the smoke finally clears
I promise you that I'mma be here
Man it's all about survival

[Verse One: TreaZon]
Yo, mindset is fuck everything
And that's the way that I'mma start it
A storm that's in human form, soldier minus all the uniform
I'm an anime without a drawing
My aim is on the target, I am more than capable, a marksmen
One up in the chamber that I spark with
So I can't miss, emotions and my pain turn my raging into arson
Anger so fiery, but I hurt quietly
Yeah, I got a soldier's heart, the post traumatic stress
My coping mechanism got me silent, nigga I don't throw dramatic sets
I rather put my focus on success
Cause even though my music always falling through the cracks
The rose really grew up from the concrete, any given moment I can rest
And get up out this motherfucking debt
I swear these niggas owing me some checks
Yo, it's the return of the gangsta, thanks to
All you other stupid motherfuckers that was sleeping
And all the other people that was feeding all my demons
Turned me to the maniac that I've been on the low, GET DOWN
And I don't know if I'm suicidal or homicidal
All I know is that somebody gotta go
I went and got a job where my mother is employed
Like I'm following her, but I'm really trynna do my own thing
Nowadays, I'm just trynna be alone
But then I just complain that I'm alone
A goddamn schizo, feeling like I bottled up my soul
Resembling a ship inside a bottle
It's nothing but resentment, motherfucking Kenshin
Keep a giant blade and a gun up in the trenches
Warfare.. You know why I don't name drop rappers?
Honestly, cause I can't even NAME y'all rappers
Feeling like I'm so unstable, misery that's close to fatal
Choosing life or death has lately been the greatest ultimatum
Life or death, angel or devil?
Like dear Lord, I confess, I'm able to tell you
I'm in the darkest place, I wanna spill it, but it's hard to say
These fucking skeletons are taking up my closet space
And I done sacrificed so much
Gave my blood sweat and tears, but the fights not done, I..
Sold my car to get the money to promote
Dropped the album, and there isn't nothing I can show
What the fuck is going on? Somebody gotta let me know
I gotta get my balance up..
Like damn, don't you think you saying too much?
It's just the intro, nah, y'all ain't saying enough
Remember when I needed money to record
My mother gave me rent money, even though we really can't afford that
We ended up getting evicted
And the fucking music that I made, they ain't listen
Next thing I knew we blew 100 fucking grand in a few months
Talk about letting money consume us
But don't you think you saying too much?
It's just the intro, nah, y'all ain't saying enough
And I, I developed an attitude that is bitter
I got the kind of heart that's compatible with the winter
I demonstrate aggression these rappers couldn't deliver
It's hard to be a saint when the madness made you a killer, no lie
And no, I wouldn't say that I'm depressed
But fighting with the demons got me stressed
It's fucking Halloween, so I'm steady walking on the egg shells
All black, but I'm walking through a red hell
So you are either with me or against me
I can tell you fuckers ain't with me, so lock up

[Hook]


[Verse Two: TreaZon]
Gloves off, I ain't holding back, I'm gon' attack
Trynna get this motherfucking paper cause they owe me that
Circling your cul-de-sac, I want every penny, every dime
Looking for the right signs like a zodiac
Zodiac killer, you know I'm that nigga
Trynna marry Ms. Aiko 'fore they carry me up outta here
All these rapping dudes better keep it quiet out of fear
Or you will be out of here, Hope you doing cardio and lifting all your weights
Hope you're reading every chapter in the bible cause I promise you I'm getting to that safe
So you really aren't safe, count your minutes, count your days
You motherfucking walkers, and I'm Rick up in this bitch
Homie what in the fuck you thinking trynna sleep on someone great as me?
All you niggas pay to play, but they're gonna be paying me
You little make believe, mark ass, corny ass
Hating ass rapping niggas got some insecurities
And it's all over your face, no matter how you hide it
I promise you, I see through your disguises
Sorry, I don't buy it, homie, quit trying to sell it
I'm shutting down your business, lower all your prices, clown
The moment when I knew there ain't a soul to trust
It had me smiling like "I know what's up"
This is what I waited for, got 'em in a cobra clutch
Cause I know I'm fighting all these snakes, all these serpents aren't low enough
I can see you slithering, rolling up
But I'm getting diligent, focus up.. I don't never show 'em love
In the city where the skinny niggas die
And I weight about a buck-seventy-five, so I'm ready like
Whoa, you either with me or against me
And I can tell you fuckers ain't with me, so here's a little message
You should know that I ain't come to play this time
Red mask on, gunning, and I'm taking mine
Yo cause I'm prepared to go against the game
No control verse, that's because I got too many names for it
I'm battling the world for the top turf
But fuck, I gotta win against time first..