No Control ft. Boxer

They claim to be ready but soon will be done, I'm dropping it heavy, Syklon has begun

Dumping is deadly, now here is the hums and I'm aiming it steady to get this shit done

Left to grieve for what I believe, blaze till I bleed and I no longer breathe

Making 'em plead ese follow my lead, blow this dro, let the homie proceed

Expose and dispose when I dump on my foes, stilo so cold, I leave all of em' froze

Quick to go hit with a sick overdose, Southern Two Oh Eight Loma Loco always Ready to post

Night after night, I ride with my crew, creep on the mic, now your pedo is through

Broken down like a nug and as cold as my brew, dope as a drug chasing dragons that grew

Psycho and wicked, we homies in crime, locos inflict to be sick in the mind

We kick it then it is just matter of time till they witness the sickest we bust like a nine

Last of our kind, though so sad to say still on the grind while the rest went away

Light up a jay, think of back in the day my life's lookin' gray, all I can do is pray