Ctrl+alt+delete! (feat. Drear)

You get put to sleep

Out of pocket I might speak

Flock of sheep is all I see

Underground underneath

That is where you needa be

I can feel it when I breath

Six feet you laying deep

I might lose my self up in this cup

Lookin at my bitch, you really thought that you could f**k?

I dont give a f**k about your numbers or your funds

Step across the line and your life might end up done

Watch me how I run

Half these motherf**kers only hard behind a gun

Hoppin out the mazi grippin blades you better run

Find it hard to breath with metal sticking in your lung

She really thought that she could f**k

I don't want that pussy

Look how quick she give it up

You stressing bout them bill's

I go to sleep I'm getting guap

I'm tryna run it up

I got no time to f**king talk

If you really wanna issue

I can get you settled

223 galore

I'm pulling strings like I'm Geppetto

No miss no loss

I think I'm the f**kin meta

If I really want em gone I'll send

My team right out to get em

I feel better when I'm off the f**king dub

100 round drum

Send you to the clouds above

These bitches hit me up

Thinking Imma show em love

Baby I got nothing left

But you can get to givin top