Somebody tell these pussies they should relax
Climbing through ya window with a FN and a scream mask
When I yell out ""who the shit?"" you know what you should scream back
Whoever don't participate you lump 'em up with three jabs
I been going crazy since my momma kicked me out the womb
Cnd I ain't got no chill with all this energy that I consume
I'm Guile in the booth I'm getting' loose I'm spittin' sonic booms
I'm geekin' off adrenaline this shit is feelin' chopped and screwed
You tough as f*ck then come and knuckle up and get yo body wrecked
You not a threat you just a mumble rapper on a molly trip
So watch that shit 'cause 'round here we all speak a different dialect
You coming at my neck you dying next, six feet retirement
I'm not who you think I am I'm all with the shits
I catch you lackin' in traffic and crack ya shit with a brick
But I'm just tryna get money so I ain't trippin' on shit
Until you try to box me in and now you restin' in piss
You poppin' pills like its vitamins and its cloudin' ya judgement
I'll slide up on 'em in public my fist gone have a discussion
In less than 20 seconds you will have a violent concussion
If you ain't riding for something then you'll be dying for nothing