(Produced by Swiff D)

[Verse 1]
Malik Lee, You know me
Deezy D, Dungeon Disci, (Who, nigga?)
Back in this bitch 'till the day that I die, (Damn)
Y'all niggas didn't take me seriously first time around
So now I'm on the mic again, burying niggas underground
I drop shit like pigeons, Flier than jet engines
Kill any type of nigga that's dissing (Who?)
The crew or me, Just GT spraying lyrical Glock 3's at your jock piece, Can't stop me
I'm Miles Davis spitting that arctic
Smoother than Rob Thomas & Santana playing the market
Spazz on any target, Speak on any topic
Using cocaine lines, Nobody phone for Narcotics (Damn)

[Hook]
This is for my real thinkers
I'mma drinker in my spare time
Twacted outta my fucking mind
Crimes against humanity cause my insanity
My family calls this shit a fantasy I'll never find

This is for my real thinkers
I'mma drinker in my spare time
Twacted outta my fucking mind
Crimes against humanity cause my insanity
This rap shit's a fantasy I'll never find

[Verse 2]

Verse 2 stay fucking up verse 1
Cause verse 1 was a freestyle that wasn't done
Now that's word, Now that's murder
On the beat, 187 in the streets, Don't need police
Need piece of mind and piece of peace
A little slice of heaven, Little Devin got shot outside of 7/11
Called 911 but the phones' on blast
Besides they won't stop to help my black ass
Once again, I start to stray & shit
Fuck, I thought I fixed the main issues
Problems of a broken black figure who don't really deal with it
And goes to find something he can misuse (Lord, I got some fucking issues)

[Hook]