(Verse 1) This ain’t a neighborhood, it’s a kill-zone, and you in debt Everything you built is just a target I haven't hit yet I don't walk these streets, I tread on ‘em like a conqueror You’re a local rumor, I’m a global-scale slaughterer Check the lines bitch—it’s written in my DNA I breathe oxygen and exhale high-octane decay You want a piece of the pie? I’ll give you the whole blade Watch your entire legacy evaporate and fade. (Hook) Step in the room, I’m the plague, y’all are sick Talkin’ all that trash, put a blick to your lip I don’t play fair, yeah I break what I rip Watch your crew fold in the Two One Six! (WHAT!) Yeah, I’m ‘bout to spray, look at ’em run Pop! Pop! Pop!, I don’t think you got one Watchin’ all you fake thugs tryin’ to act tough Try me and you die, yeah I’m callin’ your bluff! (Verse 2) Look at my frontline—monsters on a short leash Specialists in making sure your soul never finds peace We got the hardware to turn a fortress into gravel Watch the whole fabric of your little world unravel I don’t need a reason, I just need a direction Every block I claim is a surgical dissection You’re talking ‘bout "protection"? You’re protected by a prayer I’m the monster in the basement and the demon in the air. (Breakdown) Look— I’m a god in this game, you’re just bait in a cage, I’m the blood on the floor, I’m the war on the page! Check the leverage, the weight, check the grip on the crown, We the crew that’s coming to level you out! I’m the alpha, the monster, the teeth on the beast! The menace, the dog that comes from the East (grrr) Stop. Bow. Fold. Break. (Grrr) Every breath that you take is a deadly mistake! (Verse 3) I’m not "holding it down," I’m burying it deep While you’re counting your blessings, I’m counting your sheep There’s a red dot dancing on every chest in your circle Your threats are comedy, mine are universal The firepower behind me? It’s a sun in a suitcase Erase your existence without leaving a trace Step to the king? That’s a suicide mission I’m the executioner, the judge, and the vision (Hook) Step in the room, I’m the plague, y’all are sick Talkin’ all that trash, put a blick to your lip I don’t play fair, yeah I break what I rip Watch your crew fold in the Two One Six! (WHAT!) Yeah, I’m ‘bout to spray, look at ’em run Pop! Pop! Pop!, I don’t think you got one Watchin’ all you fake thugs tryin’ to act tough Try me and you die, yeah I’m callin’ your bluff! (Outro - spoken aggressively) Listen to the silence—that’s the sound of your world flatlining. I don’t just run this hood, I suffocate it. My circle is a firing squad in riot gear, And we don’t wait for orders, we just wait for a reason. WHO WANTS IT We don’t take territory, we delete it. My firepower is a God-complex in a magazine. (The block is mine. The air is mine.) (The dirt you’re about to taste?) (Yeah, that’s mine too.) (Don’t pray. I don’t listen) Cleveland, Holy Shit Watch your crew fold in the Two One Six!

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