CHIN CHECK TERROR REID

[Verse 1]
Lookin down da barrel, I can see da other side
I can see an apparition in the tomb where I reside
Zoomin' out I see nobody on my side
I see my shadow got da pistol pointed right between my eyes
And I don't give a shit about livin'
So if you let it go I hope it finally feel different
The bucket gettin' kicked any way you wanna spin it
I been killin' for a minute, I deserve a life sentence
Ain't tryna sound depressin', I just had it with the guessin'
All this runnin' back and forth to try to seem like I'm impressive
Overflow of flavor flowin' out of every fuckin' crevice
Bitches give a man they presence on account of my possessions
Same dude, new man, old world, mo' dope
Lost hope way back, Greenback got smoked
Turn it in, boss up, makin' checks off a joke
New state, new land, psilocyb mind flow
Thick bitch need a Kleenex
A-grade throat, sick neck give me sea legs
Refresh, eat flesh, bullshit I deflect
No defect, they ain't ever seen that
Like a cup full of ice, REID cold
Not nice, leave a slice for the hoes
Swing twice hit the flo', Mike Tys wit' da flow
Shakin' like "Marty Mc", flyer than a Lambo