Critically acclaimed
Run up on that boy, I turn you to a stain
Bloody rain, bloody rain
Gun 'em down no, I won't die in vain
Leave him and his crew in pain
I won't die in vain
I won't die in vain, no
200k to my name
I made 50 serving caine
Gotta make my brothers proud
We up on that cloud nine
Looking down at my opps
Clutching nines
All nine of my bitches is fine
I'd be content If I died tonight
I just fucked his wife
And I did it out of spite
I came a long way from mixing Wockhardt and Sprite
Diamonds dancing on my chain so bright
.38 shots busting - sounds like fourth of July
I don't wanna die tonight
So I have to gun 'em all down tonight, yeah
Underneath the sun, smoking loud
You can hear it
Feeling like I'm Kaine, I got Duwap in my spirit
Ksubi jeans on now, the belt is True Religion
I'm on that demon time and I'm feeling sacrilegious
I'm sitting on this money, I don't care to know their name
Emotions been heavy, like I'm wearing Section 8
Opps pray on my downfall, I don't need that shit to change
They throw dirt up on my image like they never made mistakes
Ghost put the team on the map
Scalpel pulling up, all black
Getting all these racks
We put work in to get that
Got no diamonds dancing but I got the loudest pack
But I still want more racks
Paint the Avalon all black
When we link up I don't meet them - they meet me
Bitch, I'm Jetstar, meant to shine like high beams
How will the night end? Drawing blood like IVs
Get your money up, before you step and talk to me
We up on that cloud nine
Looking down at my opps
Clutching nines
All nine of my bitches is fine
I'd be content If I died tonight
