Out of Options

Check the pedigree… I’m certified

Birds ‘ll fly… Murderers murder guys, so word to wise

It’s better to be careful… Then be the example

My hands full… I will and I can pull

Ammunition ample… Shoot on loop like these samples

They drew first blood, but I’m Rambo

Too much to handle

Do the drive-by in the Lambo

Hot heads melt like they candles

That’s just where it can go

Words cut and scratch like a DJ

Kill over a dollar bill? … he may

Thrills over skills… Just Eastbay

Shoes clean as whistles

Wish I could stay the same for my pistols

Or the couple cats who got issues

These mags… Leads to these bags

Zipped up… We BAD

Bitches and flea bags

Ain’t worth weed bags

They gone be mad

They hear how we brag

We that…THAT!

That untouchable

That can’t beat us or join us

We don’t fuck with you

That put that dope back in the duffle too

I’m about to make a lotta people uncomfortable

No more checkers… I’m on my chest shit

Power flex shit

I shown I’m the wrong one to mess with

Unless it’s… Suicide notes on the dresser

Confession letters… Until you dead I don’t let up

Naw, this is pressure in it’s worst sense

Action verb sense… That’s why they nervous

I know you heard this… Before

Put the proofs in the pen

Jackpot is back on his bullshit again

This goes for foes and ex-friends…

Keep quiet… For it be riots

And once it’s on I won’t cease fire

You roll with him then it’s two gone

Two Wong.. fu… The type of shit you on

**** die in packs…

I pay my shooters like Groupon

If you don’t want these problems… Move on

It gets real in a split second

I’ve broke bread… They’ve broke bad

Now the truth’s naked

MCs held accountable… 1-2 check it

Don’t start none… Won’t be none…

Was the new message… But you guessed it

They’d rather me on the fool… Then on the cool

So you already know what I’m about to do

From a land where ain’t nobody talmbout the truth

I’m tryna be the exception and not the fucking rule

I’m that fucking dude

Anything less than respect

And it’s shots at yo head… at yo neck… at yo chest

Off the cuff and still close to the vest

Unless… It’s bout rap… I ain’t one to confess

It’s so real life… My real life is a mess

Any second I can blow… I’m the wrong one to test