I'd be in the mix
I'd be on my team
I'd be in the mix
I'd be on my team
I push the big bu*ton, all n***as die along
When I whip, cold pistol grip
my head is on shock, don't miss the sh*t
Deeper than it looks, eating while we cook
N***as try to cheat on me, I beat them by the books
Hid inside the hooks, people [?]
Happen real fast, he didn't time to took
Pull them out of the thick cloud
Holding our sh*t down
Try to start a war
Then he going skip town (fu*ker)