Yo panic y'all. Back against the wall feel the pressure
No way out. Situation getting closer
Time is ticking, walls are closin
Options narrow now, your the one who's chosen
Panic, adrenaline rush. Master mechanic
Play your position, blow wigs back with cannons
Colors of rythym. No options left to chose from
Cooperation can cock thoughts that's grouseme
Like, glock for murder with three strikes in Houston
Or foreign countries that chop fingers for boosting
Main objective-don't become an example
Either run or get ran. Stampede or get trampled
I spit hard and respect my guard
Got vision like x-ray, that's how I read your card
Yo we got the upper hand and still play by the book
The truth? It's always the last place you look.
That's right here