Concentrated YCK

[Chorus]
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split

[Verse 1]
Dickriders out while they jack another style
Motherfuckers talk bad, I been doing this a while
No it ain't special, no it ain't nothing new
All that shit bad, you ain't even in my view
Chink on the come up, I don't hear a fucking doubt
Got a fucking problem, I don't see you come around
Making no noise, you ain't even speaking loud
All these people standing still in a small dead crowd
Give a man shade cause' the bars I spit are hot
Never be worth shit with all the loot you get or got
Think you on top now you got a big head
Put you back in your place, taking back what you said
Take a little break, step back give it time
But I'll be right here and I'll stay spitting rhymes
Who's set is this? Look around bitch, it's mine
Don't care much if you go and quit, it's fine