Second Seizure

[Intro: Sample & Rome Streetz]

From here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved

No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing

A nickel bag gets sold in the park: I want in

You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street

Yup, yup, yup (It's my turn)

[Verse]

Make no mistake, my cliques run it (Yeah)

The god's here to reverse the 600

Take all your shit, it's nothin'; this life I'm lovin' (Uh-huh)

Learned from my mistakes before when I was lustin'

Ignorant, I must've been

Now I'm smooth and all your moves got rusted (Y'all niggas trash)

You ain't slick as me (Uh-huh), this is fly-level ghetto wizardry

To mindfuck The Devil with my trickery (Woah)

We'll be settled when I death-kiss your cheek; my shit's unique

Hotline? It's gonna cost a grip just to get me to speak (Paper)

You niggas weak; "Stay mighty" is the mantra

Come to conquer and get my palms on everything I seek

What's a kilo to a half a gram?

Nothing; get gold from either one

With a gun in a split-second in a savage land (Uh-huh)

Quick fast, I'll blam a fraud nigga tryna pass a fan

See the large picture: Fuckin' the world is the task at hand (Facts)

Really though, this is well-crafted acid, street-savvy mathematics

Comin' live through your stereo

They all praise the god even if they ain't really spiritual (Uh-huh)

And make garbage attempts to copy swag and mirror moves

Fuck it though

Seen the fiends out here foamin' out the mouth, gettin' sick

So I'm 'bout to flood with the motherload (Yeah)

The game's a bitch I fucked and the rubber broke

Now the pockets is pregnant with chips

The drug flips is my other hoe, I love 'em both

Drop one out the two of twelve, comin' close

Criminals only cope with dope for your overdose

9,000 volts (Blat!)

[Outro: Sample]

It's my turn