| Ayo when shit don’t go as planned | 
| I ain’t about to fast, grab a mask | 
| Get at the Citgo with the pistol in my hand | 
| Risk brings reward | 
| It offends me and I’ma pay it forward | 
| None the less, a double edge sword | 
| Cause when I swing and I’ma leave no witnesses to witness this | 
| Danny how many stitches in between parenthesis | 
| Essence of this rap shit | 
| Close my eyes and back flip | 
| Or blow your eyes back into your head under your cap print | 
| You lack critical analysis | 
| Skills to make it in this program | 
| That’s why I kill your body over slow jams | 
| The ugliest, real life duel plus he’s nice in sessions | 
| Yeah I’m lying to detectives 'bout the night in question | 
| Yeah I’m lying to juries don’t worry you worry warts | 
| I’m lawyered up | 
| And none of the evidence can be heard in court | 
| It’s that time of the year | 
| It’s that year of the decade | 
| It’s that decade of the century | 
| The best has appeared | 
| «It's that time of the year» | 
| My words carry weight like I’m wire tapped | 
| That smart full of hate best retire that | 
| Cause you don’t wanna see me on my fire back | 
| Fire back, fire back, fucking win in spite of that | 
| Do it for my father and I’ll do it for my brothers | 
| I do it for my girl never do it for another | 
| I do it for the younger me | 
| Living out a life of pain | 
| Never thought the nights of rain ever could ignite the flame | 
| So everyday is now or never | 
| Never been a for weather always been a winner | 
| And I’ve been ready for that shit whenever, steady on my way | 
| I’m feeling plenty pressure and that levee gotta break | 
| You feeling petty see me sweating on the stage with | 
| Hundreds of people spitting everything I say | 
| It’s cause | 
| They feel the same I said | 
| «We feel the same» | 
| All waiting for that day when we diminish the pain | 
| Come on |