[Intro]

(Death) To die, the state of being lifeless

It's the psychic that's on the creep

Bringing heat to all the projects, sets, boundaries

Now when you see these, here they're coming over sea with no key

Bringing death notes to all images in the rap industry (Death)

We gladly present to you, the scientist



[Verse 1]

There's no time left, eject the tape, niggas evacuate the set

Jet, I'm leaving notes laced with death on your doorsteps

Make your last request, eternal rest your destination

Premeditation murder, a result of aggravation

These sticky situations got me in a zone, polish the chrome

Prone to demolish these niggas like Sly Stallone

If loving the game is wrong, I don't wanna be correct

Those who ride in my set get outlined like silhouettes

So death's a blackout, don't ask about my riches

I cast a spell on the snitches, my cliental are the strictest

I'm predicted, niggas get twisted with my scientifics

Witness this I increase my salary by six digits

Wiping out all existence, get diminished instantly

Tonight's the night, and we mobbing through your city making history

I'm mentally abusive, undisputed

No need to interview me, my lyrics debut, they exclusive



[Hook]

We believe in death notes, for those that approach

Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast

We believe in death notes, for those that approach

Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast

We believe in death notes, for those that approach

Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast



[Verse 2]

My mood swings like a noose, fuck ya juice

Strictly gun play put down your dukes

I produce evil and seduce

Diabolical thoughts for onslaught

Causing casualties, many ones afford inside y