Verse 1: Heads back to work, continues his grind, lives the life

He leave that bish at his spot, totin his 40 weight.
His killas still on the block, servin them dinner plates
Phatter than the average make, hoodfella magistrate
push at that magic rate, double his count, triple amounts
ain no featherweight, he brash and tell it str8
got them choppas if they hate, fuck the talkin demonstrate
What gorillas do gainst apes, a visionary in mind state
A mix of stringer bell, that nigga marlo, and Avon/
killin the shit like squatin droppin dueces of napalm/
until the great calm, paper stacked till its way long/
a str8 don, meyer lansky, lucky luchiano, (And) al capone,
puffin an owl of loud zones, kapow he now stoned,
the towel they now thrown, renowned, for, takin it back,
with a style, that rile bone, click clat, now they bile shown
this get back, is a milestone, ridiculous chemical properites, cloned
Synthetic genetical legends be grown, (thats) right, stay known,
in his chromosomes, livin his life in the grey with no tone
seekin to weaken, the grip on that thrown, a king in his city
he trynna be known, Zonin when takin em shots of patron
And chillin with freaks, who gone give him the dome
He beat it that once, and leave em alone
his city stay filled with bad bishes to bone, and he that,
prodigy,who embody his city properly, business turn to monopoly
probably least in honesty, he plottin these philosophies,
school of thought like he socrates, competion product resemble
nothing less than mockeries, (he,) pumps on the block with ease
invest it back in properties, launder what his profits be
Boss essential ecology, foster hood economy
(he) could have been an anomoly, now his faith in armories and
Soldier jaded marksman sprees

Hook: x2

D-Danger comin wholetime
Hear them heaters chime
See in his city, life time
Blind be leadin blind
All in attempt to redefine
When a leader shine
Least until they creep with nines

Verse 2: Starts getting a big head, too wreckless, territory infringement backfires

Good coke, Berettas, Plus rocks, so pockets get cheddar
essentially gets no better, like csf, (and) pro era,
elzhi, kendrick, etcetera, See why, fiends get quick pleasure,
meanwhile, he tokin stellar, elitist, louder endeavors,
(Got) heaters on block whenever for dreamers who(se) plot thought clever
Proceed, and street chalk them fellas, his fleet be mobbin on sellers,
See his confidence embellished, carelessness in the presence
of his foes who stiff and jealous, evidently they relish
At the thought, of takin lettuce, cabbage wetting, a fetish
Malice intentions hellish, to damage the niggas premise
Up the block see his apprentice, attitude str8 relentless
But they use a firearm place a period, end his man's sentence.

(..Fuck..)

He got the call to his cell, they popped his lil son son
And 2 his boys by the shell, He breathe a second, exhale
he also told they took the product, count, and bailed
a message purely could tell, was a warning he could smell
Now his manuevers entail, headin over to northwest
Chiefin cess, whippin to scoop a vest
couple choppers and tecs, drivin thru the city vexed
hippin his soldiers on all his corners thru burner texts
Now the word out they gon need coroners in effect
till that crew that had creeped with the burners
acquaint with death a murderous merger next
(From) villianious inner depths, a platoon to the tune
of a million hammers of vets

Hook: x2

D-Danger comin wholetime
Hear them heaters chime
See in his city, life time
Blind be leadin blind
All in attempt to redefine
When a leader shine
Least until they creep with nines

Verse 3: Attempted retaliation goes bad, ends up getting locked up

Still whippin, now near vermont and P
He toss his rillo butt w/ chronic tree, he chronically,
try to be the anomoly, But subconsciously, his mannerisms, anatomically,
follow Gs, embodiment, when his heart had freezed
And that's the mark he seize, till his targets rest in peace
fuck the civil antic steeze, drop the bishes to they knees
Excution style, sheesh, Like some cartel beef
Demolish them niggas, when finished, pick pieces out his teeth
in him he feel no grief, retribution sweet as cheeks
like his bishes, when he creeps, now he crossin u street,
tropicalia, and 14th, caught in his visions of revenge
(But) them boys been tailing him since crossin M
Pulled over, smellin like skunk, from them loudish cali blends
Central booking it looking, from the way they call it in
finally get in the holding cell, shown love from all his kin
attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again

So tonight its sit tight, Wait his jewish lawyer friend
plot what happen when he get to be on them streets again

Tonight its sit tight, wait on his jewish lawyer friend
Plot what happen, when he get to be on the streets again

Attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again

Attitude of a killa when he walk them streets again