Nancy Botwin

[Intro]

It's game time

Where we at with it? (Blockworks)

Yeah

Two-way, deuce, siete

[Verse 1]

Eye twitching, nerves jumpy

Trigger finger itchier than my palms

Hands feeling clammy as I serve unky

My skin crawling 'cause he got hella open blisters

Eyes yellow from smoking, drinking hella coke and liquor

Mind drifting in my hood, it's like a third world country

But niggas thinking this shit sweet, must be some diabetics

Auntie keep tryna sweet talk me, she want a dime on credit

Always coming short, but it's my fault because I always let her

'Cause she was there for me when nobody was

Don't do the shit for me that nobody does

If she fall, I'ma catch her

Kill anybody if they ever try to disrespect her

She call me "Nephy," but I'm really like her youngest boy

Her oldest son passed like nine or ten years ago

His best friend killed him, but that's normal when you from Detroit

Ducking long arm of the law been out of reach

Where common sense ain't so common, but that ain't something that I can teach

[Chorus]

You either got it or you don't, there ain't no in between's

'Cause if I catch you without it, you know it's Billie Jean

Mike Jack with the thriller, we keep them killers clean

Can't hear that switch but you can hear them niggas when they're screaming

Can't even see me in your dreams, tell 'em "Keep dreaming"

Nigga play with Blocks, you gon' probably hear somebody die

Or got denied entry in heaven

So if you ever dream about killing me, you better wake up and apologize

[Verse 2]

It's 227, what else?

We really land like that, my nigga

Don't make me bring tears to your mommy eyes

Or break her whole heart in half if I toss you the Drac'

Give her a life time of grief or you'll cause a mistake

Would've been took his chain, when he first got his kit

Tell youngin to give him a pass 'cause I thought it was fake

Now I done pretty much put up with 'bout all I can take

Said it was up with us, now he can't go back on his word

I'll have your whole team tryna take your fuckin' head off

Speak on my name, I bet they gon' find your head on the curb

For Posca, shit get trippy as ayahuasca

Rasta full of shooters, know I'm in cahoots with the mafia

It's 227, never been a Kevin Costner

You the type to pillow talk a bitch to death to spread the gossip

But that don't bother me none 'cause you can get this work

While I'm somewhere sipping syrup, smoking out a zip in Turks

[Chorus]

You either got it or you don't, there ain't no in between's

'Cause if I catch you without it, you know it's Billie Jean

Mike Jack with the thriller, we keep them killers clean

Can't hear that switch but you can hear them niggas when they're screaming

Can't even see me in your dreams, tell 'em "Keep dreaming"

Nigga play with Blocks, you gon' probably hear somebody die

Or got denied entry in heaven

So if you ever dream about killing me, you better wake up and apologize

[Outro]

What else?