This Is What It Comes Too

Get the fuck up out the spot, ****

Burn that **** feet up, man

This **** there, man

Fuck this **** doing, B?

Fat kid get washed off by fiends, you wild ass

This motherfucking, giraffe-ass **** outta here, man

Sheepskin-socks-ass ****, right here, son

What the hell is going on man?

Light that **** feet up, son, come on man

Ayo, ayo, I done blacked out, no man is safe

Your crew is cornered

Why did you think you could step over me?

I'm too enormous

Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce

Tell him roll out the plastic

I'm about to catch a body on us

No threat haza, I don't make those

Soak my bullets in cyanide

So when they touch it, that's a case closed

Dime pieces, I bag 'em, follow this dense scrolll

Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' 'em

Not alone, I don't have time for

I'm more, "Fuck a bitch feelings"

I'm on some ol' Goldie shit, chillin'

Businessman, baby, stay producing them dollar signs

Line-for-line, I'm dope, don't mix it with Crynyd

When a spike hit, it'll make flatline, period

One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious

Shank doctor wit' choppers, rainin' on your militants

Guns drawn, blowin' out your back ain't concealin' shit

This what it comes to

Wildin' like the west

I'm down in this concrete jungle, homie

Hope you got your vest on

And your weapon is oiled and don't jam

But if do, leave you through

On the side, by that wall there

This what it comes to

Wildin' like the west

I'm down in this concrete jungle, homie

Hope you got your vest on

And your weapon is oiled and don't jam

But if do, leave you through

On the side by that wall there

I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze

Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please

Above the law, break, beat cases, don't cop pleas

I buy my cars, but y'all ****' whips be leased

I'm a wolf off the 'Lu, somebody find this leash

I'm a star, you a Starburst, sweeter than fruit

No kinda background, claim killer, then who did you shoot?

Musta imagined that

Wit' your far-fetched raps

Shit is real over here, so we blast on Satan

Take trips in and outta the country

Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good

My paper got me comfy

You in the hood talking 'bout

You want a war with me?

I get your projects shot down

While your landlord sleep

Now you in too deep

No turnin' back from your actions

You a killer? Then show me

If not, then meet my savages

The general, I have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to

Wildin' like the west

I'm down in this concrete jungle, homie

Hope you got your vest on

And your weapon is oiled and don't jam

But if do, leave you through

On the side by that wall there

This what it comes to

Wildin' like the west

I'm down in this concrete jungle, homie

Hope you got your vest on

And your weapon is oiled and don't jam

But if do, leave you through

On the side by that wall there