Lyrics

Here we go. Yer.
I owe you now you owe me, everything you learned you got from the OG, everything I gave you mostly for free and now you want to act like you don't know me.
Don't you know it's so cold in the T, lost your fake friends now you're so lonely, tell on your crew, snitching on your homey, your girl spread out at my manner like she a trophy.
Thought you got away, thought you were home free, but I'm back now your eyes closed so slowly, I move quickly, you're so sickly, bubble gum wrapped you're so Wriggly.
Flapping them gums you talk too much, like Demcy said you never shared up, when you're album dropping you never give up, stuck with a lighter chess you can't get it, let's get it.

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4, hit 'em with the punch line, catch 'em on the blind side.
1, 2, lunchtime, 3, 4, crunch time, lyrics that a splitter make rain to sunshine, hit 'em with the punch line, catch 'em on the blind side, F for later, N might make the day turn to night time.

So accurate even more immaculate, the money green tastes better with your [reversed], let me break you off a lesson, you got the wrong expression, 'cos I'm swinging like Tyson you got the wrong impression, so heavily sedated by the melody, reanimated by the break beat, I bring heat.
Old school old G, new school know me, you couldn't wrap up a with a fresh bag of groceries, city slick I know the streets, know the rules flip the game, night mare, pimping lanes, spitting flames switching lanes, knock 'em out the box, knock 'em right out of the picture man, dialogue would drop so hard it might spilt your brain.
Now where you from, where you at, what you want to do, the good times of fast life whatcha going through, what's your name, where you from, bottom of the bat man, hear it on your test can't go through you, let's get it.