Verse 1- He been flossing though Clothes is always crispy as a Claussen yo Streets is hot as hell He always show up where his boss will go Dirty where his boss has been He took the life of several men The first time being Mothers boyfriend at age of 10 He smokes mad cigarettes Cologne smell of Versace Plus his palms are blotchy Love like Joany Chachi Busting Glocks for papi But he's sloppy He buried them in Jersey far from home But superstorm Sandy Eroded the soil revealing bone His cover in the hood been blown He dabbled in narcotics Kept his coke Broken up in a $100 bill in his wallet Taking key bumps Puffing in basements his joints of weed plump Once a week he paid a prostitute To twerk and speed hump Bypa**ing all the speed bumps He focused on his goals He had a future full of d** Full of Crime Full of stripper poles His balling was out control Per week it was 50 stacks The profit cash from a Key To him it was just a snack Remarkable matter fact He came from a den of squalor Where his mother guzzled s**m Out of stranger's dicks for a dollar His father was just a John He's nothing but devil spawn The line in the dirt was drawn Since nobody would respond His little heart carried on He grew into something dark and cold Cuz, he didn't realize what he did Came back triple fold Splash and then the ripples go Effects that come from causes There is no hesitation when shooting He never pauses Never blinks or blacks Every single move is calculated Jack He never slacks Exotic birds and tigers and a trained macaque His fleet of vehicles was black A hatred for the boys in blue Now tell me what the hell Can anyone step up to really do? He lost his marbles Aimed and shoot his s**m To make a hooker gargle Recoil from the high caliber pistol Broke his metacarpal Many his possessions sparkle Most of all his diamonds conflict All his brothers even mother and his father Was a Convict Born into a life of pain He'll never feel the hurt again Whats in his brain Is k**ing motherf**ers all up in the game He's straight up shot Jabbing at a punching bag with all he got New shiny Glock Was bout to leave the crib But then he heard a knock Since sh** is thick He thinking quick he co*ked the gun until it clicked It could be Crips Or maybe Bloods he double crossed On Several Flips Fat beads of sweat And then he heard the knock again as loud it gets Lets off the bets For sure cuz he's a vet No hesitating pet He starts to shoot Reloaded with the ammo clip he towed in boot The sound went Mute Perhaps it was the detects that was in pursuit He peeped the door Swiss cheesed more Than it was before But then he saw Something so shocking That it dropped his Jaw It couldn't be From shock the site before him dropped him to his knees Cuz now he sees That all along he's been living with a disease He saw himself Shadow of the man he was And stripped of wealth And nothing else A patient at an institute for mental health (Insane Asylum Skit)