I hear it in my head
Code red, which means you go red
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
While i'm still chief of these weird emotions
Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees
Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef
Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/
She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time
These jordan 4′s: check
The numbers burst my head
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games
Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time
It's like watching pac in his prime/
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree
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