That will be all, tarnished warrior, spurned by the grace of gold

Back in this bitch like i never fucking left

Running laps, relapse, and im never outta breath

I'm a grim reaper creepin up and down the heaven steps

Young mind reader dealing deeper than the devil depths

Life is a bitch and you know that bitch bad

Knife with the switch in the ditch is a bag

Picked up that bag and that shit was persuasive

Seen them toe tags but I'm never evasive

Time after time, but I'm stable for a second

Crime after crime, tryna label me a felon

Target on my back, but I'm never feelin threatened

Fine mastermind no snitchin no tellin

Back, back, back, but I'm back, ayy

Back, back, back, but I'm back

Said I'm back in this bitch with the fifth i might plead

Round the pit boys make sure to make you bleed

This shit be malevolent, yeah, ayy

Never let the devil in

If I have to, then I might just abide, yeah

Act like you do but you aint ride or die

Walk it like you talk it, man, you talkin' outta pocket

I'm the plug to the socket why he got no pocket rocket

Play with my life, thats a gambling addiction

I don't pop pills, but I hand out prescriptions

Adding up my racks, like its simple addition

Thirty tracks, like the clips to ammunition

Six, six, six in my mind be racin'

Dismiss this, and my nine get to pacing

Three years off probation

Off-white lookin' like me, Caucasian

Bitches acting fishy, but you wanna know why

That pussy be smellin' like a dead crustacean, bitch

What

Put another bitch on my block list

Most dangerous man, like criminal blacklist

Steady askin' for my track list

Why don't you bump whats playin

This bitch want shit, but they don't faze me

If you try me, shit really don't matter

Try to climb up, but you not on my ladder

Count my money while you goin' backwards

I put my bitch in that Trackhawk

Flyin' this bitch like Blackhawk

Talkin' that shit, but you mad soft

You lookin' for an answer

Stay around me, cause I don't take no questions

I just put ten on my necklace

Only the chain, I don't rock no pendants

Stay blowin up my phone

But I don't think we got a connection

Stacking these bricks like Legos

And I'm spinnin your block like Tetris

Shit irrelevant

I just might forget about it

I ain't got the message

Shit, I ain't heard about it

I'm in that little trap, bench pressin

And you know I got that tec clutchin'

How many rings you got

Eleven

R.I.P. Bill Russell

That will be all