Death Whistles*

[Verse]

Started out tryna make a truce

Ended up back in mine off a 80 proof

But running wild got you thinking you could solve it

We could really use some time

Just to recollect and find out a thing or two

Check the weather, never mind I ain't in the mood

Eyes settled on the prize bitch, I'm in the loop

Strip vinyl, spliff fired up, I get to choose

Which titles my rivals could win or lose

Parachuting through the fall, I wish for summer off

Spring fitted for the dark, nigga in the long-sleeve

Driftin' through it all, niggas know

Niggas know not to hit me, I don't get too many calls

This city shit go, pity how a piggy did you dog

That’s why swampman living in the bog, feeling like a tsar

Off-brand niggas on the spittle getting charred

Swear you can hear death whistle from afar

When the wind blow, feds want your info

Streets full of sink holes, sheets full of nymphos

Brains like a baseball, legs like some pencils

Head for the hills, cause I'm on your heels

Like a bloodhound trained to your scent

Show face when I get dough, my face in the shit

Two cards, blackjack, both ace's, it's lit

Cold case on the mess that I made thugging

No trace of me since, I sin, no place to repent

Close game but we win, motherfucker

Closed game, cold game