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