Gateway to a Savage Frontier

And the Devil plays the synth on this one Stick 'em, 86 'em with the kick drum GDP remained honest and different So the name ring bells like Donner and Blitzen The cynicism, the sinister wisdom Malicious opinions, depict harmful images Delivered with deliberate precision Living it, every single day, fam In the van or in Lowe's racking spray cans I am, most reckless Respected, inventive, relentless Most depressed, impressive Gettin' it like what the fuck y'all expected ... got reps, yes With the PR stunts like elections Mention Division East Those my peeps like frosted marshmallow treats With all our answers blowing in the wind Motherfuckers spit out some shit they never did I get it how I live: disorderly and pissed Crews always saucy like baby back ribs How your album sorta missed? Cause you're a faggot and a bitch Hardly who you say you are in songs Everybody wanna be a killer like "get at me, dog" Just shitted on your lawn, really thick fog Beef with me is a lot of beef by default Geeked out, ski ball, tits out, beats raw Ball 'til we fall Going out [to] West, South, East Orange So there's a lot of cops, but they ain't doing nothing But scholars still hustle Shah come home like he never left, the streets don't ever rest Gangsters don't change, it's just their SIM card and alias Out for wreck on blocks like the alphabet My style hit the South like meth Spraying Uzis in the clouds, obsessed New Jersey come correct Essex, don't step without a rep