Calm under pressure call me Marty Byrde laundering Devil want my soul then I would probably have to ponder it Attackin em on a personal level ad hominem Fascinated with murder I wrote but can’t copy it Plagiarizing bastards, remain neutral and never engage with violent tactics Game on my back I need to start payin a chiropractor Bout to have my big break, and y’all mixtapes is sounding like a minor fracture Out 2 to 4 weeks at most tried to keep up with the pros it wasn’t even close Still I’m tweaking though, my face pale like I seen a ghost I’m reading every single piece of hate mail breathing ** smoke Gotta be bad for my health Nearly made a whole album put it back on the shelf Fans pockets folding out once the package is mailed Keep the reggies, don’t pass it can’t inhale if the cabbage is stale I used to drink Popov a lot, now I don’t I heard homie used to be down, now he don’t Send your bitch to do your dirt? What a joke You niggas ain’t worth the fucking bubbles in my Coke I run with a gang of motherfuckers word to Choke As long as I could hustle I could never go broke I’m a first class nigga, yall niggas ride coach Hoes want Telfair, quit buying your bitch coat Hope’s a slippery slope cause if you don’t, God won’t I be on some shit, who the fuck want smoke Either tap out or tap in, nigga that’s the quote You shady than a bitch, and I ain’t talkin Stat Quo I’m back to that old Detroit smack folks I’m on that old Detroit smack folks Old school Shimmy shit, fucking Fat Killah That nigga, animal house animated I’m back nigga