[DynamiCz]

Dead Gentlemen; The boys a Saint! Team Balanced, ya blood we poise to paint
Silencers in ya Apartment... since The Walls Thin, im prepared for a Noise Complaint//
Ya eyes get blurred each! His nerve pinch... The eagles in Bird reach
Bullets directly in the legs: They have Wordz Skipping like a Slurred Speech//
This scrub a Clearence! Guns, we really Stick Together, me and the Sub Coherence
He really ends up on a Missing Report: His Face On A Flyer aint a Club Appearance//
He acts like he smart Spoken: Hands around his neck, then God start choking
Blade, Split down the Organ that Beats in his Chest... now he Heart Broken//
Spoke to much, he gone feel hurt: Even though we will merk... it's no steel work
Duct Tape cover the Mouth of Wordz, you Dread Being The Voice... Lil Durk//