Straight from the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin´ like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta town

Uzi on deck, phone ringin´ off the hook
Bitch that´s the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain´t playin´, niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don´t dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don´t see what I´m saying I give your ass a fuckin´ eye exam
I ain´t playin´, guns in my hands I ain´t prayin´
Fireman spittin´ venom, Spiderman, I´m enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin´ pants cost at least about a grand
I´m advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain´t nothin´ but a long day
And tomorrow ain´t nothin´ but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That´s why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin´ like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin´ like an 808
Boom like an 808

I could fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don´t talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack

I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I´m drownin´ in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule
I´m a trained killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no love
That´s from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo´ whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I´m a boss

I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don´t wanna talk, bitch I don´t wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I´m excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya´ lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I´m writing my will, and I´m typing my won´t´s
Lord please, Kilo´s OZ´s
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I´m zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I´m a freak-show to freaks

I´m spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I´m a hard man to reach, I´m newborn and deceased
I´m too hard for this beat, I´m the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I´m too long for the brief
I´m too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo´ cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don´t hide her figure, she don´t hide her feet
I´m the head nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I´mma shine, like Connery

And life ain´t nothin´ but a long day
And tomorrow ain´t nothin´ but a long way, away