(Verse)
When you pray for the rain you gotta deal with the mud
And when you pray for the pain you gotta deal with the blood
You ain't capable to hate if you ain't able to love
But it get muddy in the middle so I stay with the snub
And I'm official pistol 'till the veins stop running'
You in hell and it's hot when ‘em train stop runnin'
And you don't have a choice when the game start damming'
And your physical is still but your brain start running'
Why I let them eat, but I must have been out of it
Like walked in a portal inside of Being John Malckovich
Y'all are talkin’ loud but you should just turn it down a bit
Your hands over your head, like you was readin’ a counterfeit
And I don't rhyme over nothin’ if it don't sound sick
And all of y'all motherfuckers bite is like a brown pit
Clap at you, like you wearin’ cap and gown shit
A bunch of Sicilians shoot at you inside a Crown Vic'

(Chorus)
I don't know you, and you don't know me
We should go separate ways, I'mma keep it OG
Come on now!
 I don't know you and you don't know me
You should got that-away, I'mma keep it OG

(Verse)
Young boys out here think that rapping' is dead
Glorifyin’ dirt bags and they trapping' instead
I'ma resurrect hard-body rap from the dead
Crucify 'em like Christ, put a rack on his head
I've been here for 20 years
And y'all have been here for 2 days
Ain't nobody talking to you dipping' into Kool-Aid
Razor under the tongue, I cut you like a school day
Blood spill in high definition like a Blue Ray
The bullets in this motherfucker small, but the shotty big
Recoil make you kick back like Karate Kid
I ain't try to offend a motherfucker but I prolly did
I ain't playing around motherfucker, something gotta give
 I don't give a fuck money, I will get your nana
Vinnie a gorilla, I will feed you a banana clip
Only way to get 'em dirty is to get your hands in it
And I don't play politics, I was never a fan of it

(Chorus)