"SECOND WIND" lyrics
Don't tempt me, Glock-19 with a red piece
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt
Not up for discussion
Got up out the funk now I keep the blood rushing
Trunk in the front of the Porsche and it's reinforced
With the bulletproof windows yeah it busting
I'm built for this shit, Wilt Chamberlain got stilts in this bitch
Stand tall no tilt in this bitch, switchblade itch might slip in ya rib
Didn't plan this, I just had it mapped out on the canvas
Significant advantage not average
League of legends hook shot true damage
I snap I go spastic, rubber band man never run out of elastic
Time change shit drastic, going bat shit
You might just end up in a casket
Don't tempt me, Glock-19 with a red piece
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt
Not up for discussion
Got up out the funk now I keep the blood rushing
Trunk in the front of the Porsche and it's reinforced
With the bulletproof windows yeah it busting
I'm built for this shit, Wilt Chamberlain got stilts in this bitch
Stand tall no tilt in this bitch, switchblade itch might slip in ya rib
Didn't plan this, I just had it mapped out on the canvas
Significant advantage not average
League of legends hook shot true damage
I snap I go spastic, rubber band man never run out of elastic
Time change shit drastic, going bat shit
You might just end up in a casket
Don't tempt me, Glock-19 with a red piece
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt
