Nothing new no changes
Same block with the same faces
Then I break out down south
No slang rearranging
No playing one life to live
Is what my worlds pertaining
So let a punk muthaphucka
Out of state approach the wrong way
D.O.S is time for engraving
Dead on Sight
Headstoned heads flown
All the way to Jupiter
Broken language ebonically is nuclear
No tragedy no mistakes
When it comes to moving ya
No cranes tractors or tow trucks
What the fuck
Index finger either on the mic
Or a clok 19’s trigga
Spray for the niggas
That couldn’t be here
To licka licka shot at these
Same corn ball niggas
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