[Intro] [Chorus, slow rap] I go back and forth with hoes and violence like a Harlem niggaa, fresh and styling like a young niggaa in the streets wildin there's no resting I don't close my eye lids [Verse 1, fast chopper flow rapping] incapable of giving love over me I place no one above lust exclusively always using a glove fiend for that pussy it's an addictive drug and I need thickness to the maxes not skinny ones with thongs that's saggin' owe me money, yo ass i'm taxing this just my life mane, I ain't braggin I don't give energy to what's popular and follow masses i'd rather see how I can get baby girl to drop them draws the fastest cool niggaa like a freezer or fridge makes sense since my heart is colder than an iced covered bridge (what kind of shit you on?) I don't know why I am forever asked maybe cuz either blood or female fluid in it i bask sick ass mental drink gas from a flask shortened lifespan, but my mark left will last accepting judgement only off my actions and words kept no ice around my wrist or neck, I learned and studied from the best that causes my mind and body to be unsettled leaving little rest even though i'm gun packing and hoes i'm macking yes I'm blessed [Chorus, slow rap] I go back and forth with hoes and violence like a Harlem niggaa, fresh and styling like a young niggaa in the streets wildin there's no resting I don't close my eye lids [Verse 2, slow chopper flow rapping] two white pistols tucked I call 'em doves your body gives ejected bullets a fatal hug sounds like the movements of a thug I just take no shit from anyone, they done so if you ain't fuckin with me, come and get me no shortage, I have weapons aplenty also nice with the hands but still we can rumble in any way I will be your ending I'll come to your funeral and read your eulogy for your foolery, that's the least I can do for your family delivering head shots while I beat box my own personal soundtrack as your body drops or a three way giving head shots while I beat up the other bitches box Energizer I never stop I keep on going til I hear moaning to the early morning screaming only Jones can do it the way I get the monkey throbbing and spewing twisting up the dutch me and the bitch blew it told you from jump don't get attached bitch you knew it [Chorus, slow rap] I go back and forth with hoes and violence like a Harlem niggaa, fresh and styling like a young niggaa in the streets wildin there's no resting I don't close my eye lids
