Mister mother fucker,
I don't know what your name is,
This is anybodys game,
and aint nobody can say shit,
I don't let mother fuckers hold weights on my head,
Only time one's getting pulled on me's when i'm dead,
So you can raise your voice,
and you can lower your tone,
But i'm used to this shit,
So I sit like a stone,
I wont sweat, I wont let you tred dirt on my name,
If you owe me a debt, you can bet your death it gets paid.
Don't step on my toes,
Don't walk on my roads,
I've set all these stones,
This is my empire.
I pack a gun at all times and my guys do the same,
You wont catch me less than 4 deep any day,
I ain't scared of a bullet,
Or scared of doin' time,
Ain't scared of your threats,
Like you're scared of mine,
You're in the center of a plethora of hurt,
and at first,
Your sentence wasn't quite as set in stone,
You're cursed and It's certain,
I would bet my bottom dollar you gon'
beg for some mercy
Give me 20 seconds flat with a gat when I see you in person.
Don't step on my toes,
Don't walk on my roads,
I've set all these stones,
This is my empire.
You don't owe me anything...
...but your life
Pay your debt to me.
credits
from Eleven,
released November 11, 2016
Lyrics: W.Lantry
Music: W.Lantry