You gonna need a whole lot more manpower It takes a nation of millions to budhe Plan powered My for built for that fourth court drill ill Cardiovascular vernacular skill As I dip into the Acura my stance on tilt Gotta watch who’s in back of us, they yak got filled And the whiskey from the Crown got me tipsy outta town But I gotta be alert; cops hit you when you down, clowns I ain’t tryna be Amadou Diallo Or Oscar Grant I’d rather dance with the hollow And strike first that’s how much the mic’s worth With a slight urge I might enlighten the nice word Tight verbs are righteous polite swerve Put my temper to the cinder, colder than icebergs And my nerves is shot, I don’t deserve this spot I’m about to pass the torch to who’s first on the block Now your turf get hot and now you stumbling nervous Eyes red cause you trapped inside a dungeon with serpents Every inch of my teeth clench, I’m hungry Nothing satisfies my hunger like more money
[Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild]
Rock-a-bye to the world, have a nice dream When the lights go out you hear the pipes scream The sirens, the melody of these colds streets My heart pumps adrenaline so I don’t sleep Hold heat if the shit decides to hit the fan And if it really happens then ima hit up Plan Put my chips on the table going all in Ride out for my family and close friends Gotta watch those praying on my downfall Those who like to send shots, I’ma outdraw Something bound to happen, I’m patiently waiting Nightmares become reality, bad situation We celebrate life, special occasion Solid foundation, a new day seems so amazing Death angel wanna take you for a long ride And if he ever comes holla man I won’t hide So I life live like it’s my last day No lie I’ve been lost inside my cash tray So high, days are confused, I feel I can’t pray Not knowing what the future holds, maybe I can’t stay