Yeah, check, check, I can't, I can't manage I, I can't
(But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage
(But you must Rick) ah, shit

Hoes ass-kiss 'cause I'm like Jason, vision
Releasin' me a basket case from prison, pissed
Blood fiendin', the villain like, "what's up, y'all?"
Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em
Misleadin' a bit, although proceedin' a hit
I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardize my freedom for shit
Played the empty-headed part
Though the moment they dreaded start, neat
Back of the head and took the credit card
Seem properly deceased
Made it look like an everyday robbery to police
And I's out
Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky
Alert the rest to beef up security
And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred
Another brother deservin' to get massacred
Pleasure in poppin' that flea
Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas
Not insane, nor am I biased
Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before my fly ass
Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it
Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off
Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence
A drug related incident

I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us, 'cause I kill niggas

You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy

Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife
And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life
At a jam, nine figure on shelf
While an army of niggas snickering among self, thieves
Who always want to clock the bread of the next
That's why I'm going to blow their fucking head off
Me be the victor, get stuck up
Giving these clowns opportunity to fuck up
They're knowin' that the kid crew showers, eye cowers
And leaves for 'bout a good two hours
While they're like, "we coulda caught Rick," what? For all sort
That's what the assholes thought
Tough guy mumblin', I'm thunderin'
Why I had a motherfucking AK you're wondering?
And raise it higher, I start giving them the fire
As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah
Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like, they hit
Seein' shots split a motherfucker's skull like lettuce
Run a nigga, best bet is for another duck in gauge
I'm in a motherfucking rage
Mask 'bout face, now figure dash out
Smash 'bout ten to fifteen nigga ass out
More enemy done, deceased, caught
Had not gave one fuck what police thought (what?)
But first I best provide all brainiacs
With evidence of a suicidal maniac

While I clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us, 'cause I kills niggas

Copyright: Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, Rodolfo Franklin