Dystopia - Burnout MacGyver, SLVG, ROT10

Dystopia

Walk alone except for city lights and cameras

But I been known to be with jackers and the scammers

Pull triggers on them hammers

Runnin bows out from New York to Alabama

Roll 100 pounds right over the train track

It done touched down n made a killing when it came back

Tell em frame that

Stashed in the safe behind the painting on the wall

Fuck boys stay hating that we ball

Pacin while I’m talkin not complacent on the call

Cash phone ringing

I pick it up with lightening speed

I guess they really like the weed hello

Cut your neck up out the sword

Mak em go and meet the lord

Now it’s time to cut th cord

You think you done been around some places bet this underworld is unexplored

Feel like the burn ward

I been runnin wild with these capers

Just got off them papers

Bout roll a blunt and then get faded like a taper

Og in my vapors

Slangin up this labor

Smokin out and plottin how to rob all of the neighbors

It look like light sabers

Glowin smoke these hollow tips

Comin thru they bout to rip

Up any motherfucker that be talkin shit

Got the kit for killin em slow

And my venom is so

Steady it’s ready to go

I’m lettin it blow

Never trigger shy

So get out your last words and say that prayer cuz you gon fuckin die

Useless lookin you the back of a sticker guy

Have bad luck like broken mirrors

Might not be who you love but I’m the one you gonna fear

So get it clear