[Verse 1]
Haven't you heard the devil always come back for a soul?
That's why I'm here again, taking all the control
Made a greater comeback than the Buffalo Bills
One year outta this game just helped me upgrade my skills
"It was written" for me, to be "criminal minded"
Got a carrier "blueprint", getting head in the backstage
There's no "Life after death", so "get rich or die tryin" ni**a
Step in the area, so we can play "da shining" ni**a
The most hated in the world spitting NY flows
Got myself much respect from Santa Lucia to Houston
Got new hommies and new enemies
Ironically, those breaking bread with me now tryna ruin me
Now picture me, rolling with my G's
Mortal Gang selling addictive CDs like PCP
24/7 on my grind, 'till I d-i-e
King of Mty, ain't nobody doing it like me ni**a
[Chorus]
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
[Verse 2]
I'm fighting for my throne with my own method man
NY in my brain, that's my state of mind all day
I don't sell crack, I sell rhythm and bars
But they're so addictive I got the DEA playing my tracks
My product is purer than Heisenberg's, 100%
I'm my own business man, my own fu*kin chef
co*king hits all day 'till I have a Porsche
When you see red I only see green, colorblindness
Welcome to my area, Mortal Gang show no mercy now
You gon' get shot in the chest if you f*ck with us
We grew up in a toughest hood than the Bronx
Chosen one, raised to be the realest OG in Nuevo León
I got fake ni**as like hostages pointing them with a glock
Fill my bags and I'll reconsider killing all these hoes
This what you get for disrespecting my legacy
Big Jozlah ain't playing, he talks about breaking the law G
[Chorus]
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
[Outro]
Dispatcher: Stockton Police, how can I help you?
Man: I have three hostages, an AR-15, C-4 with a dead man switch. I want 100k in a clear plastic bag.
Dispatcher: I'm sorry?
Man: I have three hostages, an AR-15 and a 100... Sorry... And C-4. I want 100k in a clear plastic bag.
Dispatcher: What's your name?.
Man: It's irrelevant.