third degree shit

rocking with rhythm while I'm spitting with precision

ain't no stopping with this vision picture perfect money driven

my ambition got me chasing after dreams that been envisioned

put em into transition instead of sticking with the same repetition

 

paper chasing missions scheming on pleasing propositions

power of position seizing these increasing plot of attrition's

not to mention or speaking on my reaping lot of henchman

niggas never listen leaking bloody seeping from this shot of ammunition

 

driven for success i will pursue with my every breath

on a survival quest continue to conqour these sillouhetes

none the less in my battle i subdue the deamons of death

bless the mic sneezin hachu leaving niggas impressed...