[Obie]

Here we go
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

You can get popped it's a possibility up in my vicinity
Popping off with that hostile energy
In a hospital where the doctor at em
When adrenalines mixed with an obnoxious temperament
Honestly I got a monster pistol grip
That nine commence to spit none of y'all exempt from it
Spit-spit past tense form it, you get stiff from it
Church mass then yo box plummet
I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome… Or decease my enemy… And receive my penalty

[Hook]

Well nigga lay down (lay down, lay down)
I'ma man, man
I ain't running I'ma stand wit my gun in my hands
I got plans and a place to be

Well nigga lay down (lay down, lay down)
I'ma man, man
I ain't running I'ma stand wit my gun in my hands
I got plans and a place to be
Nigga lay down

[Verse 2]

Ain't trying to be cocky with it
But I'm a nigga from the block who did it
Got an honest living ain't trying to see the box or prison
Getting knocked out of my position
Now I got a pot to piss in
Pissed off muh fuckers mouth off bitching
Probably cause he lackin' bitches so his whack decision's
Get mad at the nigga that's getting em
That's when he see that that's the nigga that's hitting him
With a rigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
Dismiss you …in attempt to… take me out my muh fuckin temple

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Niggas get nauseated an artist made it
Had it hard, against odds and emancipated
To them floss big cars and got damn they hate it
To see the lady they dating catering to the latest
Shadiest artist…
Up in my radius get faded wit a plated revolver
Rated me R haters get faded with horror erased, no fate for tomorrow
All cause he think he hard tough
Got a car-cuss, he was running at the mouth, hush
I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome… Or decease my enemy… And receive my penalty
That'll bet the end of he, trying to cease my entity
It's fin to be the end of his Identity when I tell em to

[Hook]