See I never look sober, just looked over
How do you kill a rat? Turn to a cobra
Got no love for a plaintiff, sold my soul to Satan
Purple always on me, like I was drafted by the Ravens
Got them drugs in my eyes, homicide on my mind
Grim Reaper of my time with the nine on my side
No need for a shooter, so make no mistake
You looking death in the face when you play with my cake
You know the blunts stay lit, junkies steady robbing
Let the blade get to work if we got a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ problem
Hoes steady jocking, haters steady knocking
That's how life's been ever since we got it popping.