A.W.O.L.

Its another interlude motherfker
You know its Animal the Mixtape Bully n!gga, MTB
You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it
Motherfker stab you in your throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete Imma do it, you heard?
My motherfkin n!gga A, its the closin of the album n!gga
I salute you n!gga, for never bein a b!tch
For never bein a b!tch-ass n!gga
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
n!ggas doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin til yall caught with guns and comin back
Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man
Yall n!ggas pay The Source for mics man
Cause you dont know how to be an original n!gga from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double- oh-5
Fk the world, you heard, say whats up A.W.O.L. take it
I am one of the flyest, crew is like the AlQaedas
We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you aint walk through hells fire
All-nighters, upscale attire
In car get new cars you and your mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that dont like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Rikers is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis
Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits
His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so
Just ask it open or closed casket
Coke or the dope acid Im back on that old Shaft sh!t
Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fk if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
Its hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food with a razor
Its major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play with the best
Its no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the jects
Im a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress
Im like look this aint the vote and you aint facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And Imma drive til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap til a smash come out
We them real n!ggas