focus steady and unbroken
i was restin on the low end
my prerequisite to goin in
chief recklessly wit no end
i went heavy on the dosage tryna cop a hemi
like my bro did
i reap everything i sewed in
it seam effortless wit no stitch
is we steppas bitch ya know
this cream creps in the cold wind
seen skeppy out shoreditch
he said the telly for the hoes
i keep them heffas off ya doorstep
geesefeathers under foreheads tempurpedic
with the reaper got to know death
it wasnt easy but we grown men
i really mean it like the song said
i gotta beat em like the lox i got my demons
on the wall pressed forearms and feet on necks
im seeing green like i bought tris
they in the red like forceps
we beat em like a cheesy joke even
when the freakin horse dead
quiet on set