shit is bound to get spooky

my old connect just flew me

all the dope all the work all the toolies

not a friend not a fan but he knew me

got a badge on my name thought he knew me

too late now you dead so sue me

no codefendants I did it dolo

every rap that I wrote is evidence

I just posted bail so sue me

ain't gon go to trial ima shoot me

thought you could just rob me recruit me

don't play with my name thought you knew me

back from the dead like it's a sequel

put a couple of grams in the diesel

put a couple of grams in the beaker

it's all about grams every gram get me geeked up

got a whole damn gang in the bleachers

and they all got hands call the preacher

get a buck-fifty to your feature

ain't talkin bout bands ain't no feature

call up Uncle Sam he's the teacher

send em out to cartels to get deeper

runnin in and out of town I need sneakers

and the dope you can see it in the speakers

two nggas in the back and they too gone

ima go on rap til the roof gone

I done grew some lost my screws some

now my screws gone get my tools um

get my hammer my hammer my nail gun

who you? who you? I'm him the

same one that made the boom uh

get your tomb done get my goons uh

get my mob uh ngga my monsters

get your job uh ngga you goners

get my dogs uh ngga they hungry

get your squad uh ngga it's on me

you's a bitch uh ngga you know it

you a phony ngga you phony

you owe me ngga you owe me

the police ngga they know me

I know him ngga you owe him

I'm the boy ngga you boys

you the law ngga I'm loyal

I'm a boss ngga I'm royal

I'm the mob ngga you know it

I'm the plug ngga you cordless

I'm the blood ngga you corpse

I'm the judge ngga you court

I'm the truth ngga you false