J & H

Put in the bag
Everything they said I could of had
Good on my feet like im cool with the flash
Who with the last?
Brought the grenade who tryna play catch
This one a bomb
808 buzzing might sound a alarm
They know dey bluffing just Kats in some yarn
I been sworn in at birthright
Made a beat like the for the purge night
I complain I burned my tears
No pain can defer my fears
Cocain with the work light
Mach 5 outta turnpike
My fire gotta burn like ghaat dayum
Getting bread up out the hot jammmm
This was not part of my plan
Pray for blood thats on my hands
Got on lock down
Tell em all watch out
Jackel and Hyde
Please stay inside
Brush off the dust on the word work
Plotting and itching for recognition
Been with the bugs and the book worms
Remember them days I was penny pinchin
Money boutta drop thats my Collision
Even if I lost my gods forgiveness
This for my kids and my misses
My hand keep on twitching
That van look suspicious
Fucked up the game with the plays that im picking
I need a house with a terrace, a lake and a view
Call up the sherif im making the move
Fresh out the market days
I cut then I chop and its all fillets
Clocked in the lab on my office days
Fully loaded jaw and it often sprays