Polluted Paradise

This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 (Ah)
 Fill up my cup to the tip it's must, I'm a pour up on the rim
 Tupac with the Tus
 I can mix a combination, Lil Tec, Lil Act
 Show up deep like conversation, Let me live, Let me act
 Real talk vision vivid, I done seen body bags
 Two for two with any victim, I done shook killas hands
 Talking money over grams, Wrapping bricks up with Saran
 Couple homies off a ten, Ay, you out you a fan
 Hmm
 Well I'll be god damned but god don't exist so, I guess it's just damn
 From a whole nother planet, Hoppin out the trans am, Smokey the bandit
 Swervin in my space ship, Tipping in my stash shit
 Thinking I relate shit, Never on no fake shit
 Lames wanna jump ship, Stack em up like roids bitch
 Pop
 This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 ($ui-$ui-$ui)
 $wervin in that 'Burban
 Couple murdas make the bodies stack
 Gotta problem then kill me fuck boy you know it's simple as that
 Back pack with the black gat, black mask
 Blow gas now I'm in a fucking black trans
 Fuck a cop save the life of a black man
 Fuck a op tape him up in a black van
 Who am I boy? Lucifer in the flesh
 Who are you? Just another closer to the death
 Straight out the 7th ward
 Me and $now Leopard trapping
 All the limbs we hacking
 From the fuckin bodies stacking
 The fucking crazy manic
 When I'm in the cut don't panic
 This ain't no game, nigga
 How in the fuck you figure
 You try to pocket less you feel the blast from my trigger
 Straight from the honeycombs
 Smoking on the sack
 Got my grip and cock it back
 Let the bodies stack
 Bitch I be that ice cold polar young white polar bear
 Snatch yo ass so quick, Try it now bitch I know you there
 Focus on the glare hoes know that I don't care,
 But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
 Two bumps of the dust,
 So I snort it up tryna test my luck, I can never get enough
 I don't fuck with drugs
 Now I'm bouta snatch blood
 Leave you full of bugs
 Leave you full of fuckin slugs
 See you on the cotton when I'm feeling at my mug
 Gun tucked mean you had to get plugged
 Re-up now I'm slumped fucking duckin out
 Truck still parked in the yard nah I ain't going out
 You a sitting duck because whenever I run out of drugs again
 I'm gonna find you and put you in the trunk
 Now ya hoe getting fucked from the back
 While Im crumbling this weed tryna roll a blunt
 This ain't no game, nigga