Intro

I'm just one nigga that's on a mission to make a meal

Too balanced to ever fall for banana peels Three strikes and you out for life, it's a

cold game Foresight to my future helped me to rearrange

Five minutes of pleasure can be a life of pain I must've got a crazy six sense to get

inside they brain Now I got a lot on my mind

Seven shots of Henny must've ate everything before nine

Attention all shoppers get out of my aisle I need my own lane, niggas can't fuck with

my style Plus my confidence is through the ceiling

and I'm unapologetically unconcerned with your feelings

I will 1-8-7 murder the track, kidnap the witness