Hell Backwards

[Intro] Look, ayo [Verse 1] Trust no one, the soul of a battle-scarred shogun Plottin' new stickups with a old gun Inhale the weed smoke deep in both lungs My destiny's to hold funds The dough comes and goes, make sure you hold some (Uh-huh) Step into the dark side, it's far from wholesome I made a large pie Outta whole crumb, then multiplied it (Flipped it) Took of advantage of everything that they don't acknowledge (Word) Some niggas got all the game but they won't apply it (Stupid) Didn't go to college, I chose the road in the code of silence Saw the coldest violence, sold plenty dope cut with a broken promise (Uh-huh) Smoking potent skamas, young and wildin', on the low for Mama Popo behind us (Whoop whoop), next stop is the Island [Chorus] I'm solid Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah) Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!) Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah) Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!) Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes To survive, do or die in NY [Verse 2] Yo, deadass, I been ridin' iron horses (Uh-huh), dreamin' of buyin' Porsches Daily, eyein' shit that'd probably make you nauseous (Real shit) Cautious, 'cause I did and been through a lot, rise and fall Seen a baller start usin' rock and sell his Gucci watch (Wow) From the suburbs to the slum curb, done dirt A lot can change from one gun burst (Bla! Bla!); need all of my funds first Pocket full of filthy cash, see dirt all over my palm Heard I got a couple offspring but I don't know they mom (Haha) Neck glow from golden charms, up arms on whatever, though Hip-hop is dead, you hear my music through the stethoscope I run the town, these other niggas is clowns in a spectacle (You niggas washed!) The bar high beyond they reach, will they grab it? I'm skeptical (Nah) My energy is charged, I glitch anything electrical All those who oppose, I execute [Chorus] Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah) Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!) Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah) Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!) Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes To survive, do or die in NY