[Verse 1]. Hey yo I'm focused it's the locust. O. Trice is holdin the soldiers the prognosis. Probably why I rose from zero to hope. Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga). Hold the toast you provoke. 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll. Yes I hold my own. Swifty think you be boast clone I'm aimin. Watch 'em switchin to Damons. And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man. When them thangs in hands it's not a game man. I ghost ya I bring ya much closer to Jehovah. Definition of a soldier I told ya. I .. hold the toast when I approach. It's close at all times by my side in the holster. O-ster roast ya make me blow my composure. Pop (*gunshot*) it's all over when the fo fo blows and goes (*gunshot*). [Chorus]. When I'm up in the club. And these niggaz they wanna act tough. 'Til they get plugged. Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*). Now you touched from a slug. Huggin the streets like you in love. Your heart race like (*flatline*). The ambulance arrive (*police siren*). They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride. Engine like (*engine revs*) homie you just died. Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime. Just as quick as ... [Verse 2]. Lose your face in a fool's race. I put my tune first nigga you was in second place. And second place just means you didn't react with haste. And this differentiates life where murder bein the case. And since murder was the case it just means niggas erase. Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate. Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste. Such a short span young man sit at your wake. First I'm a man second I'm five eight with size and weight. Won't give a nigga the upper hand. Cause when I pop (*gunshot*) I get a 's up like Barry Sand. Sit in the can you never ran like Barry Sand. Obie ain't playin Obie got a plan. And the plan is NOT to be layin in earths land. I will POP before decayin in earths land. You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker. [Chorus]. [Verse 3]. Niggaz get it twisted liquor make 'em envision. that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes. Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches. Yeah you fifteen deep the Desert E a give ya stitches. And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna. But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California. You be propped on the corner flesh meetin the coroner. O's and quarantine cause no hoes in need is no hoes in need. Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out. They start scatterin I'm no gangster I'm a average man. but be damned if I let 'em do me savage man. Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him. Cocked back and that (*gunshot*) gat will damage them. It's not a act this is fact this is how I'm programmed. This is me what I'm about this who I am motherfucker.