[Intro]
(Death) To die, the state of being lifeless
It's the psychic that's on the creep
Bringing heat to all the projects, sets, boundaries
Now when you see these, here they're coming over sea with no key
Bringing death notes to all images in the rap industry (Death)
We gladly present to you, the scientist
[Verse 1]
There's no time left, eject the tape, niggas evacuate the set
Jet, I'm leaving notes laced with death on your doorsteps
Make your last request, eternal rest your destination
Premeditation murder, a result of aggravation
These sticky situations got me in a zone, polish the chrome
Prone to demolish these niggas like Sly Stallone
If loving the game is wrong, I don't wanna be correct
Those who ride in my set get outlined like silhouettes
So death's a blackout, don't ask about my riches
I cast a spell on the snitches, my cliental are the strictest
I'm predicted, niggas get twisted with my scientifics
Witness this I increase my salary by six digits
Wiping out all existence, get diminished instantly
Tonight's the night, and we mobbing through your city making history
I'm mentally abusive, undisputed
No need to interview me, my lyrics debut, they exclusive
[Hook]
We believe in death notes, for those that approach
Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast
We believe in death notes, for those that approach
Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast
We believe in death notes, for those that approach
Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast
[Verse 2]
My mood swings like a noose, fuck ya juice
Strictly gun play put down your dukes
I produce evil and seduce
Diabolical thoughts for onslaught
Causing casualties, many ones afford inside y
