Ughhh - GQ Nothin Pretty, King Magnetic, Kut One

I ain’t even started to spaz, I’m about to

Getting kind of anxious like shorty about to mouth you

Still laid back 'til the real payback

No time to party if the bills stay stacked

Everybody hustle 'til they raided like that

Plug still front 'cause I made it right back

LA robbery, Raiders like that

Then we slide out to Vegas 'cause they neighbors like that

Razor go splat, take ya whole pack

Still eat a Chi Chi, ain’t afraid to go back

Only hear opinions people stating no facts

Fat black dick let a racist hold that

Traces go back to the original owner

Robbed a pussy for ice, he slipped in a coma

Stay too local then the victim will know ya

Put him over the fence like hitting a Homer

Even vacuum sealed, a vicious aroma

Do it all from missing persons to different personas

Bloods around my city and ya nigga’s a donor

My younging get busy but his vision is older

Guzzle strong shit, I’m an alkie for life

Seen a couple things that had me doubting my wife

When I cop foreign’s they mount with a knife

So all that shit you pop could amount to fight

We ain’t got to get all live, shit already lit

Shorty boofed 112 grams, that’s some heavy shit

Had a really nice reception on some wedding shit

Label said they’d cover the chicken like a breading mix

I ain’t get invited but I’m here muthafucka

Songs don’t cry on the tier muthafucka

Take away the rap and it’s clear they a sucker

My driver like a deer 'cause he steer muthafucka

Get away from prison, everyday collision

They talk about my case but they never say we snitching

Leather face edition, medicate the rhythm

Meditate, separate spirit from religion

Living is a job to me, might show late

Always got a grip so the knife won’t break

You might hold weight then we turn it to a hold up

Speak real blunt, you can tell the way I roll up

Seen niggas fold up, they not supposed to bend

That’s why my ex and my kids are my closest friends

They think I’m hopeless, opus, searching for the Magnum

Shot him in the arm like he dope sick

Lean them up, knock his wind out, clean him up

Niggas on that sci-fi shit 'til we beam them up

Talk about things that I’ve done, you ain’t seen as much

Muthafuckas struggle to struggle then they scheme on us

Pull the beamer up, got a new BM

Send ya man a message not from a few DMs

Get ya friend poked like a sucker in the Poconos

Even did coke at a La Coka show

I been running with Eagles since the Oakland loss

Can’t run in my castle, there’s a moat to cross

This is motocross, jump you over dirt piles

Before you get your life ended make it worthwhile

Make gangsters put on a vest, church style

Take rappers dead any wave murk files

Shorty gonna cop or blow, it’s my first trial

Momma always told me you’ll have a worse child

Mom?

That’s highly improbable

Duke fought the whole ride to die in the hospital

Rather look at death then look at the obstacle

Send mass texts to all my killers watching you