Pick Ya Poison Trust Army & 38 Spesh (Ft. Blass 89 & The Musalini)

[Verse 1: The Musalini]:
Woo, uh, yeah, we back at it, baby, uh, alright, uh
Baby itchin' for a lick, tote the tools up
I'mma put her on the strip, no prints on the burner
In the booth, only wrote been murder
First class, rose from the dirt fast
Made money on the ave, but now I rap
Overlookin' contracts tryna get stacks
We came from the mud, look at where we at
If the love ain't real you can have it back
Gotta watch who you dap and adapt to the change
They wanna see me fall but I had to feed my brain
Sold drugs in the rain just to pay rent
My heart got cold as some days went
It was ready rock
Fiends cuttin' weight, they was jumpin' in the pot
38 shots left you slumped in the drop, told my bitch peel off
Pedal to the floor and I lit another blunt

[Chorus: Blass 89]:
Pick your poison, I made peace with mine
For my words our words are redefined
Sacrifice or the sacrificed
Sleep in the afterlife, I'm after mine
Piece of the pie, won't stop to lie
Increase the size, aim to shoot my season high wit' yo' bitch
I'm gettin' by, you should live how I wake up before it get in duct taped up, uh, BUCK!