Lyrics

They closing in gaining on me
my mans an 'em tried to warn me
On the run move in silence
want me done choosing violence
Back is pressed against the wall
Y’all is pressed to see me fall
Quite obsessed in hot pursuit
under duress inclined to shoot
Open up let it blast snatch the bag and the stash
Made to dash built to last skills are vast will surpass
Brains are washed souls are sold beefs are squashed deeds untold
stayin low shots I’m firing systems go not expiring
Units posted at the crib end up ghosted when I slid
Out the back undetected can’t be tracked intercepted
Chipped up stacks engine running watch my back won't be done in
Snipers miss this moving target cloaked in mist always guarded

Closing in they coming for me
skies were clear now it's stormy
At my door with subpoenas
accused of high crimes misdemeanors
Believe they tracing all my movements
still out pacin to my amusement
On my feed watchin my posts
did the deed and now I'm ghost

Swarms of demons from Gomorrah shall meet defeat
Jedi legions bring order, all earned is sow/reap
What glitters is not gold, Ms. Little Bo Peep
Same story gets told, no wool with no sheep
When knees get weak, go tweak, then wake up
Ferment like peat, add heat, then bake up
Got gems by Jakob but mine's a different topic
Let me drop it for we'd simply be talking different optics
We live in terrible times, unsanitary times
Binary crimes blurring lines and signs
Plots by thots that wheel belly attract attention
Hit Ave on the telly, facts soon kill pretension
Apprehension's a failure's convention
Ascension by abstractions from unseen dimensions
Good Lord, forgive me for anytime that I've sinned
But your cord makes me push back when walls be closing in

Off the grid erased my trail in shadows hid escaped a hail
Of bullets fired at my head won't retire or catch me dead
Serving warrants scanned my drives real abhorrent scams and bribes
In position to pull the pin when opposition starts closing in
To next of kin, going in, doesn't mean you gonna win
A simpleton's big bubble pops by little pin
A cruel world on last legs, who's the biggest loser
Take your shot Hoosier, I'm in cruisers full of bruisers


Closing in they coming for me
skies were clear now it's stormy
At my door with subpoenas
accused of high crimes misdemeanors
Believe they tracing all my movements
still out pacin to my amusement
On my feed watchin my posts
did the deed and now I'm ghost