[Loud Noises: Cinnamane]

All these drivers moving so slow while they rubbernecking

I swear imma hit you if you dare to take another second

All my life, comes down to one epic ending

And all these people stand behind me simply representing

Tribe asked me to kick it like I'm the one that's been playing soccer

You hear Cinna's finna kill you what a damn shocker

I don't want any beef and I put that on my granddaughter

But if I still kill you I'll swear that it's only manslaughter

Why am I so bottled all the time? I don't vent at all

Popping all these bottles all the time I think I spent it all

Bring pain to the best of 'em, they started snorting fentanyl

Stopped by a pedestrian I tell them best not get involved

Cause you ain't making money 'til you're selling by pounds

I don't know how to explain it without spelling it out

Put me on the track dog and yes I'm ready and loud

Except that I don't know what we're yelling about

Oh wait it's I'm the emcee that makes all of his ends meet

Always acting so friendly though these fucks are my pet peeve

But I just gotta let be, hope that they don't catch me

Until I have a million dollars and run on my jet ski, I'm saying

Homie, just face it

You on that shit that's so basic

I'm on my grind like all the time

While I'm making in beats in my basement

Look behind his eyes it's vacant

I fried his mind like bacon

On some other shit, in the mothership

You don't even own a spaceship

Said that I'm still the same me, just got less personal

I'm still the same G, just got less merciful

They still hating though they know the flow is versatile

The game just ended bro this shit is not reversible

Said imma be the best, all clean and pure

And imma bite their necks, and there ain't no cure

They said that I'm not like the rest, and i concur

I swear that I am not a mess, I'm just disturbed

They turn the track off cause they don't really like our voices

Haters hear the beat and choke it down like it was poison

All my life telling me to make the right choices

I get on the beat and; loud noises

Yes, and nothing more, telling them hit the floor

Cause this the type of shit you ain't used to hearing before

Knocking on door to door, nothing but news to report

That the youngest killer in the game is slowly moving forward