[Hook]
No watch on my right hand
Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand
Chopper in my right hand
Praying God forgive me
Praying God forgive me
[Verse 1]
Bad little Tyler was a tad bit off his rocker
Upon birth, put the Glock to the doctor
Told him take me to the pharmacy
I need Percocet and Oxy's
To distribute to the drugged out mommas
I need a profit
Gotta cop that Megatron
Fast forward ten years
I need a cop a fire arm
That .38 was at my waist side
Momma never knew I had that work inside the bate line
And I ain't lying
I think it's time I tell her
That a baby boy clocking more number than a ledger
Allegedly selling ecstasy to adolescents
Need a bison fur coat for cold storms
That I done weathered
[Hook 2]
And now with a watch on my right hand
Never sleep without a Glock on my nightstand
Chopper in my right hand
Praying God forgive me
Praying God forgive me
[Verse 2]
I heard these n***as was speaking ill on my name lately
Well that's fine the Glock 9 leave they minds vacant
Only traces of blood from earth to heavens basement
Bloody stainless and the same hands I pray with
Stature of 5' 9" but I walk like I'm May 6th
And the world full of angles, these n***as rather be plaintiffs
Working with the law, might as well be the bailiff
Campaigning for these crackers, f**ing male Sarah Paylin's
For a second I can't take it
But like a fat b**h in them jeans I seen them make fit
I'm bringing flavor to the tasteless
Supplying style to the brand, name-less
Until they got him on some burn em at the stake sh**
Mind state structure crooked like it need braces
I need a mil to forget the ridicule and anguish
I move with criminals who's patience is minimal
With more time then money
So really that ain't sh** to lose
[Hook 2]