Assassin

My music stay in people's head like an activator CyHi lyrical assassinator If your bitch look good i'mma have to take her I'm feelin myself I'm a masturbator I captivate her you captain save her But we'll get to that chapter later Hardway Musical is on the way, I'mma do numbers like a calculator Stay on the road like a tractor trailer I don't talk to lames I fax tha haters Fuck what you heard I'm the Alpha Omega And my money thick like mashed potata's Gotta buncha bitches you can ask my neighbors Self made nigga I don't ask for favors The old school Chevy gotta Lambo feel Sometimes I think I'm a Packers player Riding through the city on a late night tip Overtime man I work the late night shift Gotta whole ounce full of dubs in the club And I'mma sell it all that's a late night flip Talk to me wrong and the K might rip Who the fuck said they gonna take my chips Niggas got beef so I went and bought a gun Black 4-5 with a steak knife grip Who the fuck wanna read that nigga Get you knocked off for like 3 grand nigga But I'd rather chill on the hill with a freak smokin on tree watchin C-Span nigga Before I bust a gun I'd rather bust a pecan nigga My N.Y. partner used to rock them tims A-Town cats rock Eastlands nigga