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[Verse 4: Dylan Ross]
R O Double toiling trouble
Got my conscious on my hustle
b**h its family over everything in case you f**ing wondered
Young Jake Jeckel up on my neck
Cause this here for life and that there is not
I live for family, I die for family
I do it for family I swear to God
I swear to God I beat the odds
I do it all and I run the race
My heart rate climb at a steady pace till I finish first above all you lames
I got so much motherf**ing mental pressure that I feel like everybody up in my target range
I don't want to make a wish that it already is
Cause guts and brains make lots of stains
I don't even know if I'ma be here tomorrow
Visions of a bloody picture of me on the cross
I can even see the blood gleaming and glossing
I'm sorry for your loss, I don't mean to be Rozz
Steady bumping wicked sh** until I am gone
b**h I'm from Ohio what you think I was on
Smoking by myself until the weed is all gone
But I don't care I'll get another oz in the morning
I'm above it all
Flip a bird like a somersault
[?] light it up like [?]
Gotta get it till I get my world better off
Gotta move what I need then I'm moving on
I shed a lot of people who were never even on my side but marijuana never seem to ever do me wrong
Dylan k**ing any enemy that step up in my way to threaten anything I love I'm bout to set it off