Look
I melt mics, Im too nice, your shit trash
I take em out, I dual wield, thats two mags
Im too strapped, Im 2-Pacin, whos that?
Three shots, thats one down and two flats
Windshields get cracked and tagalongs get hurt
Your man was wrong, he tried me, now he sleep in the dirt Somebody merc cause they try to come for SESH
Skull up on my shirt symbolizes what you gon be next
Now whos next? Who trynna to step to the best
Sounds of the underground coming straight out your neck
I grind knives til I decided now its in your flesh
All black overalls, hoodie up, Im a mess
No mask, look me in my eyes when I lose it
Realize I aint saying what I say for the music
I will do it, I will prove it if you pushing me to it
Try to harm the ones I love and I promise Ill follow through with it
Now you get left in the street
Whispering your last words like its just you and me, see
Now these things couldve been avoided but you failed to recognize, I see through all the flaws