[Verse 1] 
 
Just think, what if I could just, just blink this shit away. 
Niggas think, because a nigga bust, I got grips and grips of pay. 
 
The pain grows in fame and kangols with change 
And strange hos who bang in range roves for thangs, 
Same shows with lames the rain woes will stain insane 
Foes who drain and hang bros with brains 
 
If you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it, 
That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, drop 
The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the  
nina nigga or pop the milli meter 
 
Demarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harsh 
But parts gon make you heart blow, blood 
And don't be wassin' me cuzzin' me buggin me bout dubs 
I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin me 
 
It hurts my nigga to hurt my nigga but hurt 
My nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga 
At first my nigga, used to be my homey, used to 
Be my ace, yellin' you gon slap the taste out my mouth 
 
Nigga I never scare sebwafares everywhere, 
If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes in 
Shakra teasy watch the wezzy he's lots of talk 
4 sheezy 
 
[Chorus] 
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah) 
Yada, yada, yada 
Nigga that's just talk 
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at yo front door 
[Repeat 2x] 
 
[Verse 2] 
 
The industries faulty industry salty (man) 
The industry cost me industry brought me (pain) 
The industry taught me industry caught me (strange) 
And you niggas know that the industries awfully (bane) 
 
I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas 
Money was sunny now it's funny you playa hate 
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state 
Nigga in my face will be Don Juan the great 2 late nigga. 
 
I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot 
And people who speak are usually weak and out 4  
Peace and no beef a lot remember we used  
2 kick it like bros now you niggas act  
like bitches and hos 
 
Wit your licorice souls,  
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows 
No kid in his mold on misery 
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm pissed 
At his whole little fisad of crip that is sold 
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose 
 
Who kept short nitty from killin you me, who 
Kept Dyamund from drillin' you me 
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you me, 
So now you can take away me and keep on talking  
Crazy and Imma let em know where you 
Keep yo baby and where you stay D. 
 
[Chorus] 
[Repeat 2x] 
 
[3rd Verse] 
 
You can't turn enough mutha fuckers against me 
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me 
I'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the Whitebears 
LeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin Timley's 
 
The Theorys the Byers the canadys you know the 
Familys that are known to be bad 4 humanity 
Can he be bad, can he be tough can he be 
Rough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enough 
 
Nobody likes you not even yo bitches imma 
Witness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speaking  
explicit always talking about how big yo dick is,  
better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to get your riches 
 
Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends 
And then, one asshole thought he was somithin when 
Punks bend over they get fucked (get fucked) hand over 
Them Tech tapes or get stuck (get stuck) 
 
You must think I'm soft 4 talkin to Icy Roc 
Bout knockin the nina out I'm trippin without 
A doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends, 
Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can get 
Together and tell it like it is again 
 
Its over man, I hope you brought ya navacane 
I know the pain, is slowly taking over brain. 
So calm that mutha fuckin wombat I don't 
Need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on raps. 
 
[Chorus] 
[Repeat 2x]