I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest
Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,
No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist
How they stand there, cuffed up, patient
Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist
Work that wrist im the maestro,
Got it matching though
Before your wrist is snapped
I'll get to em when i land
If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
I wear peace on my wrist, but i'm not sure it exists
Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics
I got money mind and money on my wrist
Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest
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