Due Work Gangrene

[Intro]
Gangrene
Set

[Verse 1]
See, I'mma need some stocks and bonds
I know cats that'll auction MOABs
And use weapons like rockets and bombs
You fucked yourself like Barack Obama
Pack and rob, back clap and they fall
Its [?], y'all thought stuck crawlin' on walls
Reaction, jaws on the floors
The hammers of Thor's
The grammar is rammin' your doors
Y'all smoke bammer 'till it's gone
Nigga we smoke kush to get strong
Stranious, brains staining their pavements with names
Like the Hollywood fame from choosing the wrong lane
At the wrong time, the wrong side goin' the wrong way
It's just super sad to see the truth was right in broad day
Or come thru the little ass blocks in the little ass socks
Get your little ass shots with a little ass Glock
From a young niggas little ass spot
Oh and when they say you're a little too hot pal?
Sit at your little ass rock
Gangrene's giving y'all a little more crack rock
With me and my crew
Workin', never done with the dilly
Gangrene!