I'm nonviolent, the type of guy to find a silver lining 
In my death like why not survive less 
Thirty years plus with fake friends and blinders 
Shady piles of shit I chose to spend my time with 
Slick types and tricksters, small-time pretenders 
Ripping everybody off, low-life offenders 
I recognize the cold eyes, the emptiness when souls die 
We just met but I've known you for my whole life 
Don't even try you fucking dope, I'm not a goldmine 
Stringing me along like a rope, you know it won't fly 
I'm about to give you a kite, you better hold tight 
Take your ass on with a stroll before it's showtime (stupid) 
You were already told you better grow wise 
I don't believe I'm speaking in code, you won't get told twice 
Don't you roll your chances with me, this is no dice 
I'll show you just how slow you can bleed out on a cold night 

My hand is folded, my neighborhood exploded 
You think I ain't loaded? Motherfucker, I gotcha 
You try to sneak behind my back and in fact 
I don't appreciate that. Motherfucker, I gotcha 
Ending you is a treat, I don't do well with defeat 
See me out in the street, I gotcha 
You think you're smarter than me? You should continue to read 
I throw the book at that ass, I gotcha 

Ain't no stopping the champagne from popping 
Ain't no starting it neither, my funds rotten 
My funds not in, non-existent in fact 
But when I spit on a track, that flow's not misbegotten 
It's that uncooked uncut raw, no fuck shit 
Fuck what you heard, what you know, the flow is disgusting 
I roll with a dozen cold and rugged bros and cousins 
And we own the type of lows that'll rough you up in public 
Get your nuts cinched up quick by the spawn of Satan 
Like I'm freebasing Grinch dust with the way I'm hating 
Got no patience for your statements, I'm barely staying awake 
And when you step into my station your obituary is waiting 
While you sitting very complacently, your enemy is standing adjacent 
Me? I take what I'm given lately and embrace the situation 
Whether you bigger than Bopper or more hidden than Hoffa 
I'm about to operate and dissect you proper, mate, I gotcha 

My hand is folded, my neighborhood exploded 
You think I ain't loaded? Motherfucker, I gotcha 
You try to sneak behind my back and in fact 
I don't appreciate that. Motherfucker, I gotcha 
Ending you is a treat, I don't do well with defeat 
See me out in the street, I gotcha 
You think you're smarter than me? You should continue to read 
I throw the book at that ass, I gotcha 

What you know about the struggle? Head high, your phone dry 
You out here all alone, I won't lie 
But you still the good guy, now let metal sharpen metal 
They three-legged tables, they'll never be on the level 
I hate participating, conversating with some fake friends 
Dap you up with a smile but still got hate baked in 
I swipe left on society, no I in team 
But there's one in win, I'm big dog just shaking fleas 
Can't fuck with we's, different like we from overseas 
I wish you would, low-key I'm begging, I'm like nigga please 
Stretch out the opps until you see opportunities 
To see ugly in your life they'll play themselves out beautifully 
Cause when the stomach is grumbling and you're struggling 
Your friends ain't saying nothing, then it's time to start dumping 
And I ain't talking clips, I'm talking shit, talking sense 
No talking when I'm talking, close your mouth, I'm talking, bitch 

My hand is folded, my neighborhood exploded 
You think I ain't loaded? Motherfucker, I gotcha 
You try to sneak behind my back and in fact 
I don't appreciate that. Motherfucker, I gotcha 
Ending you is a treat, I don't do well with defeat 
See me out in the street, I gotcha 
You think you're smarter than me? You should continue to read 
I throw the book at that ass, I gotcha