Take no prisoners
Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
And my shine that I'm gonna miss, hold this shit in
Open my lids, my eyes shut, my soul is a missile
The sign send me closer to ends
My mind-state sober, damn
Over the pit, poking the flames
Hoping I don't total my shit, that's me though
Play the game no cheat code
Had to dish 'em a free throw
Ya mouth running when you depose
Facts is running on the peak
Throwing stumble culinary treats, bro
The heard hungry gotta eat
Why it's so muddy in the creek port
Threes fours coming by the fleet
Keep low, peace, preach it
Ain't so sunny by the mother fucking beach
The say so, gonna phone the number on the screen
Keep low, can't nobody see me sleep
I make more money on my mother fucking feet
Yeah, uh

Take no prisoners
Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit
Take no prisoners
Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
And my shine that I'm gonna miss, hold this shit in
Open my lids, my eyes shut, my soul is a missle
The sign send me closer to ends

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Writer(s): Thebe Neruda Kgositsile