"the kinda weapon you want on your side at night eleven
fillin up my lungs with the smoke and ill snort the rhymin session
no finer wesson you’ll find in the west my line progressions
i write depressed but outside im blessed so recite my message"
"its time to cook aint no rhymin book but this kind of effort/
never overlook it cause every line has design like edits/
dice is what im rollin im throwin i need a nine or seven/
kinda like my squad when we rollin we throwin nine or seven"