Handshakes With Hades

Yeah…

You know wtf it is boy…yea

I took my time with all this shit patna

Dawg you couldnt stop a tank without a big choppa

My shit proper, i sharpen it with pure copper

Where im from you get ya money till the law stop ya

Yea, my mind state on macaroni

My lady going below me with all intention to blow me

You in the field but dont go deep, you never know me

I could shoot at any moment like im prime kobe

Me & the gang 4 deep inside the black versa

& we chopping down woods like an axe murder

Fat burgers & liquor inside the basement

Can still taste, its half empty & we still waste it

Word we on a different type timing

The concrete jungle is light, i fight lions

Without trying, i bring it back when the styles dying

I found the iron off safety, the rounds flying

Best of all time, snd that was ever since my

Pops was dialing from international call lines

Still got somebody lurking doing small crimes

Till everythings all fine, im sharp with the tall 9s

Thats my pen, you aint get it, then you never will

The cities on fire anytime the devil kills

The metal fills ya body up with the lead & steel

& if you never pull it somebody definitely will

The city cursed, everyday im seeing black herses

The kids used to wanna ball & now they snatch purses

In ya lane with the molotov on the ave swerving

Leave ya ass burning on the bully, im a bad person

Im doing shit you could never do, never trippin off no

Edible, blowing up my phone i leave you a vegetable

On the side of my platter. ive seen body parts splattered online, so am i looking out of breathe to you?

The flow impeccable come & step to you with the weapon

The number 7 gave me karma, i aint goin to heaven

The new 11, you get to stepping the very second

You hear them fireworks poppin out of self expression…motherfucker