Fuck Run, I'm the reverend's son A motherfucker with a missing lung, waving his gun (Diggy Simmons) I'm killing this song until the raven is done Laying birds out off of what I'm singing on drums I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland And buzzin' off the alcohol, but still it's thought-provoking Step up, step up, step up to this Bloody knuckle fist, broken gasoline drinking And pot smoking in public And tuff's the jam like a Caribbean musket Can't trust it My blueprint plan is not discussion Guns are either handed, and weapons ain't biased So why we stand clear from the drama of the sirens (Woo) And moving past the promises of liars (Pliers) Spin your face in a shape that's two-fold 8-track maker, I'm collecting the fools' gold Work with a hammer and a chisel, my tools old I'm live and I dive and don't check if the pool's cold Me and killer got something, true the news rolled Out the red carpet just to get a rep But shorty said, "Nah," pulled the trigger and stepped Fresher than a 90 minute cookie from Maxell Matte black everything, your patterns are pastel And past tense We gettin' higher than it's Aspen I spit that shit that stay on fire like it's absinthe It's the 20/20 joint rollers Let that shit ride, I'm keeping this take Pen pourin' like Peruvian flake Flavor like Worcester on a steak While I roller skate over the break With only Timbs on I'm over the lake and still skippin' I bit the big apple, it's bait and think different I paint pictures, a modern day great That could honestly, solemnly say I stay vicious I'll never second-guess shit again James Patterson type novels, I'm blessed with the pen I offend, nuggets on my neck not pretend You kidding me, you non-delivery, return to send' Always go against the grade and not the blend