I live & breathe by the code of the street//
So I don't move more than 3 feet without clutching my heat//
These pussy niggaz on the creep tryin 2 put me 2 sleep//
Cause even in they wildest dreams they cant touch what I've reached//
...I'm on another level!!! ...So many times I remind ya//
Sentiments echoed ...by the niggaz behind us//
Shots from the barrel ...travel all thru ya mind//
You shouldn'tve took that consignment unless ya had enough clients//
Now ya life slippin... U know them niggaz be back, they find out that ya livin//
2 put a slug in ya cap & then it's all forgiven//
...The beef done just like that!!!//
Quick as it take one to clap, u start to fade to black//
...this is the streets homie!!! (niggaz is knowin how we do it!!!)//
Handle beef homie... (that's on my honor imma do it.)//
I got somethin to prove, better yet nothin 2 lose//
A giant walks in these shoes, I gets it in wit my crew// (Gettin it in nigga!!!)
That nigga PREME stay killin em right?, & them Italian leather seats yeah I fit in em nice!!!//
Niggaz they try twice as hard but in the end half as nice//
(Them other niggaz prolly kill to live a glimpse of my life.) I hustle HARD nigga//
Cause dealers can't depend on god nigga, death in these streets it seems is somethin we can't dodge nigga//
It's either that or lift the rack up in the yard nigga, so imma get it til I'm sittin wit the lord nigga//

(Verse 2.)
Tryin 2 take it, from nothin to somethin while fluffin onions on the oven fam//
Dustin the dozens of others who claiming they run it fam//
Huffin & puffin disgusted cause they still pushin grams//
Fuck em, it's nothin, I crush em, within the palm of my hand//
I am the future, understand that nigga?//
U in the prescence of a G, u better stand back nigga//
U don't wanna see this pistol in my hand clap nigga//
Leave a funnel shaped hole in ya damn back nigga//
& my almighty Supreme alliance... Brings kings to silence//
we extreme wit violence, heavy screams & cryin//
Follow those teams & sirens drivin wit dreams of reviving//
But they sliding back as that flatline beams on arrival//
Supreme's a tyrant, I simply cream my rivals//
Bitch who u seen that's nicer, I reign supreme in cyphers//
From ya nightmares wit fire... U are not ready for the likes of me//
I'll hit ya ass up like the dots on the dices be//
This is a crisis B, & my takeover begins now//
My whole team got dreams wit scenes of seeing they ends pile//
Into a stack so enormous, an entire family of Mormons & 2 busloads of tourists//
Stacked up foot to shoulder, couldn'tve told u they folded the dollar bill at the top nigga//
My team Gettin guap nigga, & we everything you not nigga... Hot!!!//