TOXIC

[Verse 1] Here to fuck up the winter, just got out November slot Never put out a filler, still punch through a center block Firearm in the villa, fuck it let's make December hot Adamant, hitting birds with the curve, Mercedes Benz the block Killer receiver runnin with jewelry I slayed anywhere I lay, hang my jersey up in the telly Thirty up in the Chevy, trail of guts on a playa's route Glove when I took a hit, never had a hicky or gave one out You gotta crew with hand me downers, they ain't killing nothing Blood suckers draining your room, look at the ceiling sunk in With everything out on a table, bet my feelings wasn't Audemar thrills every other deal, new wheels to hug them Bitches be hawking need a shield when clubbing Tear you down your building something Homesick gotta be in the field to function They owe me meal tickets a half a mill a luncheon Haters give you energy, snake niggas for steal consumption [Chorus] We gotta make it out the problems next I took a hit on life the hardest boy you lookin through the eyes of death I took a up and down denied the rest I put my work in and out the curtain now my name around the projects (Uh) you'll never understand it's complex My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the bomb threats Lost in the system losing my mind next Out here number one, there ain't a contest [Verse 2] These pussies left a big hole, gangsters plugging the cavity Volt with the President, he ain't shit but a personality Peakin in rare form, salute to the version after me Reflection of my hard times, proof I emerged from tragedy For every pass you may receive, two turns of agony Compensating with charm pics, blue steel that sat on me Stoned in my X-ray ain't a jealous bone If I ain't got no rap when I see you, why use the telephone? Pound of grandaddy, can't stuff a better cone Tick your tint, leather chrome, in and out the terrordome Don't compare me, those boys will bring home the weird cup Man, how the fuck you niggas get here? Go get a hair cut All of you down to critical, I'm getting right to it Don't do subliminals, the dopest to do it, here in the physical Label my style criminal, you popping they ain't feelin you Still riding round town, long stay in the vehicle [Chorus] We gotta make it out the problems next I took a hit on life the hardest boy you looking through the eyes of death I took a up and down denied the rest I put my work in and out the curtain now my name around the projects (Uh) you'll never understand it's complex My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the bomb threats Lost in the system losing my mind next Out here number one, there ain't a contest