I'm back like the 80's
I'm not here for fun
Strictly just business, no need for a gun
You want the smoke, well don't come looking dumb
We can go run it, go son for a son
Hit me with numbers, not burners or groupies
I come looking for it, it's over for newbies
Been a whole year, and I'm up like I'm Zuby
They hunting me down, well I want 'em to prove it
You bitches move when instruction is safest
I look at your crew, and it's nothing but basics
You say you been poppin', don't know what your name is
I hope for your sake you've been praying and praying
I could throw it down like this
Ain't nobody down like that
Everybody found, that's cap
Simmer, simmer down, like shit
Simmer, simmer down, like shit
You run for the game, well I run for the same
So much up in me, I feel like I'm bane
I think it's skill, you just thinking it's fame
Cold as November, I'm going insane
TNT blow, that's a move in itself
Surface perimeter, bitches on tilt
Sufficient in most, you outdated to hell
Pic of your daughter just sent through the mail
Prepped like i'm Katherine, Mercedes, and Chloe
Myself is included, you just gotta know me
Game is in chains, but they never will own me
A Scope on my head, and they thinking i'm bogey
Zander and Gav, they were born in the set
They could tell you themselves that they'll fight to the death
I could go on, like i'm never to rest
If I die, then I know R.I.P. to the best
