You’re skipping around in a field full of bombs
And mistaking them for daisies
This dear sweet child
Is what happened


(Chours)
Tryna stack my digits
Till the numbers are too long to count
This still Watered Down
Bout all the shit that I can’t talk about
Wound up on a mission
-n- got mixed in with the drama
Talkin’ Pistol in the bushes
I couldn't bring it in my mama’s house
Tryna stack my digits
Till the numbers are too long to count
This still watered down
Bout all the shit that I can’t talk about
Wound up on a mission
-n- got mixed in with the drama
Talkin’ Pistol in the bushes
I couldn't bring it to my mama’s house

(John wick Quote)
People keep asking if I’m back
And I haven’t really had an answer
But now yea
I’m thinkin’ I’m back

(Intro Bridge)
I know where I’m goin’
But where am I
Right between ready to live
And prepared to die

[Verse]
I knew some real soldiers
It hurt when I lost em
Got hittas that mix
with the heart of a goblin, I
Point em out and for them
Its no problem to drop em
If your not part of the solution
Your part of the problem
I found a plan
high I’m never grounded and
Eatin’ bout a mil
like 1000 x 1000 Grand
Fuck the pigs but remember dawg
My rounds are ham
These nxggas talk to much
That’s why I only speak around my fam
Damn
Now its time to get assertive
With dreams for my team to go
Further than the furthest
And if its bout beef
Then its nothin to order burgers
In the burgh
They murda
Its murda or get murdered
Got connections like
workin’ with propper servers
-n- I got bars like
wireless provider services
TOS
hand me any beat I’m murking it
I Practice and perfects gets
Urked by the perfectness
Aye I was taught if you get hit
Then you should hit back
And respect gotta work hard
Just to get that
So I’ma crunch bars
You break that’s a kick kat
Bang Bang that’s the sound
After the click-clack
Gotta take my shot
And hold it frim cause the kickback
I’m loyal you a fraud
that’s a mufxckin mismatch
I’m the type to mix
you the type to call the dispatch
Faded I get lost in the sauce
Like a rib rack
Higher Cause the bud is always wiser
Like A 6 Pack
Trap life did that
Weed never flip crack
I ain’t fxkcin with these guys
No bluffin’ cut the lies
Everything I spit facts

(Chorus)
Tryna stack my digits
Till the numbers are too long to count
This still watered down
Bout all the shit that I can’t talk about
Wound up on a mission
-n- got mixed in with the drama
Talkin’ Pistol in the bushes
I couldn't bring it in my mama’s house

(Outro Bridge)
I know where I’m going
But where am I
Sailing the seas of life
Just to clarify
I know where I’m going
But where am I
Right between ready to live
And prepared to die