Young Jmatts all black in attack mode Looking through your window And I'm creeping in the back door Motherfucker eyes on red and my hat low Bet I'm gonna have 'em wondering Like where my cash go Asshole tendencies I'll never be A fucking celebrity I'm an enemy To every entity getting next to me Slither like a centipede better be On your best behavior, danger Fuck your bitch 'til my legs hurt These hating motherfuckers wanna cross me I don't give a fuck assassinating is a hobby Heartbeats stop when I pop up and drop heat Finally I'm feeling myself how could I not be Bitch it's a mindset The grind get tough with the times yet Mistakes we make in life don't define it I'm trying to get out the dirt And yeah I been out of work But I've learned and I've hurt Too much to sit down and burn up Blood, blood Gallons of the stuff I just don't know what to think I know I'll never be enough I give them blood, blood Gallons of the stuff Call my father call my shrink But don't you ever call my bluff I give them blood, blood Gallons of the stuff I just don't know what to think I know I'll never be enough I give them blood, blood Gallons of the stuff Call my father call my shrink But don't you ever call my bluff