The Kickoff (Freestyle) (Remastered)

You'll never catch me trippin' off a bitch again Everyday, I gotta grind, you niggas play pretend I see your hope and wish and prayin' for a better outcome I outrun ammunition from you niggas It's my mission, you're missin' my message It's my confession, you're messin' with the kid, who you testin'? You ain't big, so why you flexin'? I can talk my shit, but I will back it up You can't hang with me, so pack it up I got your bitch rollin' blunts at my table Feelin' like I am unable to move However, nothin' to prove I am hotter than Hades All black, my Mercedes like the pop of Haiti Haven't seen me lately, movin' on the load That's why they hate me, from my mouth, I prophesy Homicide, on my side, I got the Mac 4 on my back so I survive Like a hive, I make it buzz because I love the sound my chopper make Rhymin' with precision, I'm a doctor when I operate Clean cut, get opened up God ask, now you floatin' up Blood gushin', homies, rush to soak it up Vengeance in mind, says the Lord, so he sent me I'm the reaper, holdin' the chrome, so please don't tempt me Ten deep in my Bentley, how so? Hopped out, all wearin' Bordeaux sevens Holdin' Mac 11's I promise where you're goin is not heaven If I said it, then I mean it, I'm a menace In my pocket is the greenest lettuce In my trigger finger spazzin', it's a fuckin' fetish