Alright, yo, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Incommunicado for the first 48
Not guilty, rhyme filthy
Cointel, Cointel, I'll be in the chateau
Blowin' Ls, throwin' elbows
In the polar vortex
Give 'em hell slow roasted
Tell 'em in the west coast posted
Periscope focus
Papi chulo in the tuto, buenas noches
Black Moses, black roses blackjack, Kerouac
On a roll with the gold Vogues smokin'
Both doors open rear wheel motion
No doors on and
Woke up in the D with some death in my pocket
Teleport to Kim and face the Jay

734, put a stock in it
Keep it vegan with the budget
How we chop spinach
Execute the plan, see the guac thicken
Top billin', fire women
Woke up in the Deuce with
My mind on a mission
Fickle with the butane flowin'
Through my veins
Few years in the desert left
Stains on my brain
Brushin' in the devil like Liu Kang, Wu Tang
This is how I do with the new gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo
This is how I do with the new gang

Woke up in the D with some death in my pocket
Woke up in the Deuce with
My mind on a mission
Woke up in the D with some death in my pocket
Woke up in the Deuce with
My mind on a mission

Why you wanna go and wish death upon me?
Made me walk around like I got a vest on me
Bitch, go ahead, put your test on me
Pull a hex on me, put a mess on me
Made me walk around like a clock on me
'Cause a bitch wanna tie like destiny
I'm just tryna paint out my destiny
Get A2 with a pack on me
Pocket the rocket, dressin' my pocket
In Germany with the rats on me
Came a long way from the DET
Bitch, I'm high like DTE
Niggas still eat on the EBT
But came along way from no water no heat
Ay, Zeus, hot six weeks
Workin' day and night just to make ends meet
I got a quest on me
Why you wanna go and wish death on me?
Death in my pocket get the best of me

Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce with
My mind on a mission

Woke up in the Deuce with
A deuce in that pack
I ain't tryna leave 'til the
Leaves all get back
Woke up in the Deuce with a bag full of xans
I bought all of these, I'll PayPal once again
Woke up in the Deuce with
The dues in a mission
I'm just tryna leave but money my dilemma
Woke up in the Deuce with a plan to sell pack
I just changed my mind, I paint slabs
I paint slabs
Woke up in the D, I hear sirens, I hear shots
Everybody jealous
Ain't no lover pull the plot
Brick through the window
Let 'em burn the whole house down
Brick on me now
I done came up from the ground
Crock-pot stole, don't work
Skin is hella cold
I stick to the cold, I keep my eyes open

Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce
Woke up, woke up in the Deuce
Woke up in the Deuce with
My mind on a mission

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Kyle Hunter, Walter Moszel Williams, Zachary Shigeto Saginaw