Second Seizure lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Rome Streetz]
From here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park: I want in
You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street
Yup, yup, yup (It's my turn)

[Verse]
Make no mistake, my cliques run it (Yeah)
The god's here to reverse the 600
Take all your sh*t, it's nothin'; this life I'm lovin' (Uh-huh)
Learned from my mistakes before when I was lustin'
Ignorant, I must've been
Now I'm smooth and all your moves got rusted (Y'all n*ggas trash)
You ain't slick as me (Uh-huh), this is fly-level ghetto wizardry
To mindf*ck the devil with my trickery (Woah)
We'll be settled when I death-kiss your cheek; my sh*t's unique
Hotline? It's gonna cost a grip just to get me to speak (Paper)
You n*ggas weak; "stay mighty" is the mantra
Come to conquer and get my palms on everything I seek
What's a kilo to a half a gram?
Nothing; get gold from either one
With a gun in a split-second in a savage land (Uh-huh)
Quick fast, I'll blam a fraud n*gga tryna pass a fan
See the large picture: f*ckin' the world is the task at hand (Facts)
Really though, this is well-crafted acid, street-savvy mathematics
Comin' live through your stereo
They all praise the god even if they ain't really spiritual (Uh-huh)
And make garbage attempts to copy swag and mirror moves
f*ck it though
Seen the fiends out here foamin' out the mouth gettin' sick
So I'm 'bout to flood with the motherload (Yeah)
The game's a b*tch I f*cked and the rubber broke
Now the pockets is pregnant with chips
The drug flips is my other hoe, I love 'em both
Drop one out the two of twelve, comin' close
Criminals only cope with dope for your overdose
9,000 volts (Blat!)
[Outro: Sample]
It's my turn