[Verse One]   Reflections of my own life flash like a fire   Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream   Fall for cenetries physical and the mental   When I crashed through work   I was cursed but still I   Quit my curse found my hustle   Stack paper made it world wide   Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son   Think you the greater one   Gotta put you on the fader son   Cut your ass up see you later   Gotta drop till your praying nigga   You ain't a player hust a frail nigga   I'm the slayer in your nightmares   Unstoppable   When you see me on the street   Call a audible   I got you covered, face it   And you can't dodge this bullet baby   This ain't the matrix   Got to put you in your placement   Hide your body in the basement   Your boys wonder where your face went      [Chorus 2X]   Homey we keet those on us   Smoke like mufflers   To calm down/I sell   But still explode   Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self   They can't fuck with us, we laugh last      [Verse Two]   Backbreakers of the game   Many many musical   Legendary criminal destined to be professional   I rain supreme   Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range   No doubt about it   We grew up in the cloud   Read up in your magazine just to see what were about   Peep into the case, see me, ask   Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano   Droppin it good   For that hoody in the front row   Thats my good pro down for the juggalo   Three guns busted for the battle man   Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle   Duece, double o, slow   Church folk say we ain't got too many more   Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush   So be careful on what you trusting      [Chorus 2X]   Homey we keet those on us   Smoke like mufflers   To calm down/I sell   But still explode   Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self   They can't fuck with us, we laugh last      [Verse Three]   Yo   I was walking on the block   Heard a couple shots   Caught one in the leg   And I know who did it   They gonna get it   Wrap up my leg   Bounced upstairs and got strapped up   I love that drama shit   I'm all gassed up   I lit that kush up and got doughed up   And thought about all the foul shit I did   I can't help it, I was this way since a kid   Then I slide out the crib   Hunt down my pray   The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay   Ran up on homes   And blast away   He passed away twin got the last laugh today   Anybody front I keep that on me   You had to die homey thats part of the game   I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim   I'm in the shooting range mastering the art      [Chorus 2X]   Homey we keet those on us   Smoke like mufflers   To calm down/I sell   But still explode   Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self   They can't fuck with us, we laugh last