Sabotage

Silly me
I believe in the chi
I take shots at your G's
On your block
Like Curry with the 3's
I murder them for free
I have a gun
Been on a run
Since James was in the East
Since the rookie from the Heat
Number 3
In the time he got it cooking
I was cooking up a feast
In the kitchen
In the pot, it slowly thickens
Till it's time to stir
I get the boys to whip it and then pitch it

I murder Dem with ease

I kick it
I got ways to punch your ticket out your body by the wicked

Raised in foreign lands, not a fan of cricket
But still
Hit y'all up like my aim was for the wickets

No Sixes, I'm twisted
I get dough so quick that
I make it a business
They chase it!
I give back
Yes sir! He lived that
That boy pushed some wigs back

The illest, I kill it, my skill is to win it
They finished in minutes
In seconds I'm gone
Through the front door
The Don
I get carried away when they write me a song

You sad to tell the truth!

I'm better on the other side

You sad to tell the truth!

I'm better on the other side

I'm better on the other side

A crook, a thief with good looks that kill
Used to smoke the weed
Now I smoke the field
Ghost so chill
From the South to the Northern Shield
If hes come to kill
Better know it's done!

Better know
Been winning since the Jordan run

That boy he been sinnin
So they can pour the rum

I get them clean with connections from the team
I held weapons like you guessed it
In your dreams
Smith and Wesson
With the beam
They fell threatened on the scene
Poked his body till it leaned
To a side he's never been