Out Of Pocket ft. D-Boy

Death is like equations, it's amazing, gunshots blazin', especially when you're black, not like a hat, bullets grazin'

I've been bucked at before, but not the brag I almost had, when death is in your enemy face, them hot ones make Em stag

Many bad to the wrong, but I'm bad to lost souls

Come home, or take you ICE, that be blowin' through my chromosome

I'm mental for real, unlike no made of fuckin' films

You know I plead the fifth, 80 years, you get killed

You fuckin' with these cutthroats, the eeriest shit I ever wrote

But even though I'm blunted, fuck your ego and your dead folks

We psychos, so ring the alarm, pick razor fights, cause that's a bomb

Get cut once, you leap real fast, shoot like you drank wine