[Verse 1]

I was born in Dorchester in the midst of the torn seventies 
With bad memories, bad habits, and sworn enemies 
Terrifying prospects, baptized in fire 
Black Irish chipped teeth, fast lives and liars 
Cars with fast tires, [bad word] with no morals 
Money with no questions, caskets with no florals 
Bodies with no headstones, dirt naps and apathy 
I grew up in this, now the worst cats is after me 
Junkies and con artists with the rivals and survivalists 
Eyes emits a deep abyss, I sleep with this connivingness 
No wonder why this [bad word] blister when you ride with us 
We can’t rid of all the sickness that’s inside of us 
It’s just a gun but it feels like it’s such a heavy burden 
It’s just a song but I feel the need to fit every word in 
It’s just some whiskey but I can feel that the Chevy swerving 
Are you ready to die now? You better be certain

[Hook]

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God 
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard 
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop 
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God 
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard 
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop 
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

[Verse 2]

Foolish cause problems to ? start eons ago 
Shoot on targets and divebomb,we on a roll 
Ski on the snow, try not to sniff yourself off the cliff 
Know the ledge, know who your enemy, be certain who’s your friend 
My shooters laugh at things like human trafficking 
And looming anarchy, impending doom, consuming savagary 
But keeping it real goes wrong, it’s not funny 
You can get ? [bad word] up like Slick Rick when he shot his cousin 
I seen the worm holes through sherm smoke 
Seen family members burn coke and OD then turn cold 
Secret to surviving is not dying and pop iron 
Stop trying to be something you’re not, stop lying 
Death and life are in the power of the tongue 
Watch your mouth, what you say could get you showered with the gun 
Crew spray your soul away, draped in hatred and torture bones brigade like Stacy Peralta

[Hook]

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God 
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard 
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop 
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God 
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard 
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop 
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours