I cant not stop i keep on busting my gun I cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm This ain't no sitcom ,yo income Fool i have you seeing Mask on my face so no idenity they seeing The enemies me and the six triple triple six Picture beeing face to face wit the forty b**h One gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe 44 in the middle b**h your life is said Imma f**ing let this ruger go It aint no thin line cuz a don't love but plenty hate When i come at your door imma take this mask up off my face We ain't gone ring your doorbell just a couple of knocks When we see your presence your f**ing heart is going to stop.