The Labyrinth

A fork is in the road, i make the fire hot

Its like im not inspired dawg im on a writers block

When its poppin i drop em would never find the cops

Mighta not been the man before, but i climb the top

Fully automatic never manual,

Son of Samuel, jewls made from dead animals

Heaven getting closer, i told ya, its getting tangible

The 7 flipped over, im bolder, i might handle you

& tell em fuck the gunplay & square off with me

Man to man, you’s a bitch, im boutta tear of plenty

Of these marijuana packages, im sparking up after this

Tryna find my way thru lazareth, not nazareth

Reading thru my comments, motherfuckers be mad at this

Im so bad at this, got to wife up a latin bitch

& take action w that body, im a lucky man

Gun in is in the hand of my dawg running thru other lands

That he aint supposed to be in, the fiends come again

He aint tryna catch no body, he aint son of sam

Broken hearted & traumatized, could never love again

Got no other friends, so we tighter than a rubber-band

This a game of tug a war you cant pull my side

Got ya mans in the whip but he aint never gon ride

Try fuckin w my mother homie you gon die

We gon slide, im giving out a piece of the pie

Boy you hype as shit up in that beamer

Coming thru w the cleaver

I got the meanest demeanor, live in the kinda city you

Fall asleep to the nina, lyrically im the teacher,

Murdering creep preachers when i stuff em in a freezer

Every bar is like a visa they allow me to fly

Think im dying from the fever not the flu

Doggy im a sensitive guy, fuck fighting i send you to fry

To my homie in the basement with the devil inside

He been itching to be burn shit, homie that never learn shit

Wordsmith got these women acting on they urges