Gaspack

add fuel with the gas

take off like a jetpack

so fly give em jet lag

pressin the motor

like shifting a bike

cause this shit going up when I’m clutchin

I got the 40 I’m bustin huh

that is the end of discussion huh

I know these rappers be acting so tough

but I humble em quick and I’m fuckin em up

I got bad bitches booted up

I need a rari with the Bentley truck

I need everything that I want

I need you to shut the fuck up

I need hella racks to have fun

you wanna go against me?

then you be better lucky that you haven’t died yet

I am equipped with the tools

that I need to achieve with a military minded mindset

I had to learn to adapt

moving evasive and watch for the traps

let go of the pain that I felt in my past

I don’t need it cause the shit

always held me back

I feel the stress and the pressure

of life but I keep it moving

cause I cannot crack

I got real ones on my team

ain’t no switching up on my pack

I pray to God

and he answered me back

he told me

stay on the right path

I know the way I was living back then wasn’t right

homie it’s still not

I was down bad doing Evil things

and my demons had me in a slipknot

I couldn’t breathe and I felt lost

and my morals died in that brain fog

I exercise my demons

through a hell week no light jog

oh fuck

I met the devil

he fed me lies

I upped the 9

and I let it bust

killin em off

I carry the weight

of the sins I commit

on the daily

but Jesus forgive me

I carry the cross

you ain’t met a Christian with this kinda sauce

bullets runnin deep like Hail Marys

from the arm of Brady out to Randy moss

got it in the glove like a game of toss

and I leave em leaning like I changed the font

you can’t pay the cost of this Saint Laurent

bitches be speaking in tongues

when they suckin me up like they Pentecostal

I’m going ghost like I’m paranormal

came to fuck the game up

turn it to a brothel

fuck all the opps now we getting hostile

came here to turn up we pull up

I’m turning and twisting the throttle

ima young arsonist

and I’m catching fire

I’m gone I’m wired

I don’t get tired

I feel my pain

and I get inspired

to get everything that I desire

what I require

is something finer

than the smaller things

of what life brings

I get so drunk that I can’t think

and I throw up

we go nuts

In the parking lot doing donuts

we raging hoe when we show up

I’m actually actively activated

they hear me rap and get fascinated

if a rapper try me get assassinated

get acclimated

or decapitated

I’m so sick with no vaccination

there’s one place that you’re better than me

and that’s inside of your imagination

I kill em all

get evacuated

you sent a shot but miscalculated

get eradicated

try to rap my verse

is like suffocation

you can’t breathe

you the goat

bitch you can’t be

cause i been the one

im looking out

for any doubt

but I don’t see

nobody that’s really a threat

all I hear is these dumb rappers

who get high and think it’s a flex