Pitchin' / Treachery

[Part I: Pitchin'][Verse] Back in this bitch it's the menace Pissin' on the opposition from the top of Mount Olympus I stuck your grandma pearl up [?] pitchin' Even made her knit me a sweater and some Bitch Mob pink mittens Pool full of Cristal for my baptism The K hit you, watch you split like a chapped kisser Diminish my morals and started getting richer You can't play fair with these niggas, ‘cause in the midst of Making friends, you can get killed with no repentance And I'm still in a state of vengeance A Bathing Ape camouflage finish, on my Glock 18 fully automatic at your momma's rental van Dirty nigga, mind grimy as the griddle and I'm dumping at the catchers till my dogs up out the kennel, man I'm pitchin' grams like your nana up to bat next Kidnap your daughter, stuff a kilo in her flat chest [Hook] I swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this bastard The pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted Fuck these raps, fuck an ad-lib I'd rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap shit I swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this bastard The pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted Fuck these raps, fuck an ad-lib I'd rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap shit [Part II: Treachery][Intro] Hey tell my momma, kiss my cheek at my funeral Fuck my life shit [Verse 1] I sold my first gram at eleven And I ain't learn to tie my fucking shoes till I was seven From a place where the Sun don't shine on the beach And niggas praying every day for a come up like erectile dysfunction Life's a game and I'm off of gambols I've been playing Russian Roulette with that Ruger on the mantle Big black hawk .45 with that pearl handle It's deep, we play the block like a hick play the banjo I'm the evangelist to the vandals I see through the snakes and the enemies in camos Life's a looney tune, I drop weight like an anvil Pitch a eight ball of the snow at the show just to let the fans know How real it is, my Trini' bitch keep a 25 snub snout concealed in this shit, these are facts (All truth) [Verse 2] Twenty years of age, I run the grand scheme of things Lil pups get bit in they neck for pissing on my tree They should've put him down like the sick dog that he is And take him off the grid, down to where Lucifer lives He looks familiar, oh shit, there goes my momma's crib We been, livin' in Hell, been in disdain, livin' under the spell Deemed at flight risk, went to buy [?] Swear to God I pay any fucking price to get Keef outta that cell Fuck, life, I can't take no more of this shit I'm sniffing coke and pouring lean, 'bout to abort out this shit ‘Cause quite frankly, man, I'm bored of this shit But you think life really done fucked you, hell nah, that's just the tip of the dick