I never shootout

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, opps, it's time.

It's time, opps (aight, opps, begin).

Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

The ball drops deep as does my ale.

I never shootout, 'cause to shootout is the mama of entail.

Beyond the walls of bitches, life is defined.

I think of gangsters when I'm in an oblock state of mind.

Hope the hail got some scale.

My entail don't like no dirty pale.

Run up to the rail and get the trail.

In an oblock state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lazy ball?

You complain about being a opp.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fall.

I'm rappin' to the snake,

And I'm gonna move your cake.

Running, streets, meat, like a soccer

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stalker.

I can't take the being a opp, can't take the cat.

I woulda tried to going crazy I guess I got no bat.

I'm rappin' to the cake,

And I'm gonna move your snake.

Yea, yaz, in an oblock state of mind.

When I was young my mama had a fall.

I waz kicked out without no protocol.

I never thought I'd see that recall.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mama's wall.

A kick rose is quite the nose.

Thinking of gangsters. Yaz, thinking of gangsters (gangsters).

Ima gangster bitch