For my brothers that passed away

My niggas that died

And for the homies losing hopeGod give him a sign

Napalm

When my hand touch the record

Shit gets ugly

Used to wanna be a comedian

Now ain′t shit funny

No more plugs

Niggas can't get shit from me

No more love

All shorty can get is dick from me

Every line

Pure cocaína

Get a sniff from it

Folks only there when they need ya

Hard shit to stomach

When times was hard

Friends was hard to find

Now everybody want a favor

Nigga fall in line

Me and these other rappers not the same

One of the best

Niggas test napalm

And see how hot the flame

My mind blessed with triple 7s

Like a slot machine

Sit on the bleachers

Enjoy the show

If you not the team

Oh he sound like that other cat but not as clean

I′m not impressed

We from the city where they plot and scheme

Counterfeits are commonplace

In this kinda place

The reason why the Coalition looking outta place

So I be in and outta state

Connecting the Dots

Niggas back home

Knowin who the connect on the dotz

I know some family men peddling Fetty and rocks

Cuz them bills coming, Regardless if you ready or not

So ready the pot

Fuck how I look mode

Three star Michelin cook mode

The saga begins

My eyes is the photography lens

My hands write what I'm seeing

I ain't gotta pretend

It′s gotta be him

The one and only

You know my steez

I′m a different breed

Issues wit me

We serving mostacciolli

I'm tryna move my family

Out the states

So one foot on ya neck

One on the gas with out the breaks

You crashin out the race

Imma passing y′all with grace

So don't slip

One chance is all it takes

And the game is mine