boy don't got no manners, boy don't like no actors
boy don't like no gangsters boy don't got no gats boy don't like no fingers pointed I just get appointed to what I envision I stay on my path 
that is my business so stay on your ass.
I talk all that shit I ain't taking it back,
yet I do it with poise cus I do it by choice when I'm showing you teaching while flowin' with class

man I got suits on me, I got them jewelry cameras shooting me, try make a fool of me,
bitches so full of me, yet they pursuing me
handing out no's cus these hoes on my lap
fuck the gratuity, fuck you Gon do to me, fuck what you knew of me, fuck if you suing me, fuck you, and fuck you and fuck I'll continue this shit, and repeat, so stick it up your ass

living with a task gotta bunch of missions gotta stick to that, gotta pen and pad I use to fix the past, you use as ammunition, hit a lick of that hit the liquor now I read a lengthy lecture, 
speaking and reaching just got so sentimental
got a little fame a problematic symbol
no one gives away, cus when our status differ

cus when all of our pasts could differ, 
the delusions of grandeur making us forget about all the hardships, we endured with our friends, that we ride with the hardest,
we keeping the spark so we dying as artists 
we hiding to reach to the choir of martyrs, 
we hiding until we see God and we dodge him, 

we sinning a lot 4x
we sinning and crying 
we sinning to get us a high
we sinning without a remorse for tomorrow
I'm sinning to get me my mind off of my sorrow, 

I'm a born sinner, like most of my people they born winners, we smile in a room full of cold killers, who was suicidal now they roll rich in the benzes, 
got em chrome rims on the benzes, 
now I'm low-key on these streets, I wanna get rich, I'll go and just get it

go and just get it, 
go and just get it,
fuck it I just go and get it

boy got no manners I know what I want
if you don't got manners then fuck whatchu want
if she don't got manners then fuck what she want
if they don't got manners then fuck what they want

take my word, you bitches are out there to fake my world
tired of snakes and the fakest girls tired of y'all I'ma flip the bird
tired of being so tired, I'm tried, I laid in the fire, I'm tired of the burns
I'm burning the tires, I'm riding with y'all
but y'all taking the turn, in the fire with y'all 

can't be fucked with, I'm in my bag, these cats turned busters
put em in bags, then I'm out for my supper
put up my flag, these fags can't touch it
put up with the wrath when I'm tryna cool down, 
pull up with the gat, I don't wanna hear sounds,
pull up with the stacks with the cars and your jewels
and your pride on the line while I'm sitting in denial
hand on my chest, you fags can't fuck with the style that I rep
back to back, I kill time with this shit, with your cards up the sleeve, put mines on the deck, 
keep putting your mouth on my dick



Boy Got No M.A.NNERS

My gut instinct go berserk, you claim you spit fire, you get served, when I swing the Dragon slayer, slashing all your throats, cutting your heads off, 
I'm off half of that Smirnoff bottle that been trapping all my thoughts
toss that in the ocean like a used gun, shirt blooded but you never saw, my precision in my aim leave an eye witness blind, 
every side spitting lies, I got my own truth and I'm still moving on
Golden tongue, golden eye, golden mind, golden heart, 
when the noise, hit me with it's waves, I felt the midas touch, 
cool calm collected, body temperature is minus 1
you cold blooded, cus the snake shit running in your blood
I say it the way it is, you say it the way it never was,
you break your back the way you try come up with better stunts,
It's said and done, prepare to see the One, when you burning in his Shine of the God you see in the Son
since 02' was a lone wolf, 2023 had the Need For Speed to speed through fucking tollbooths, in 24 my firepower is so raw, I could punch the leader but it finna knock out his whole crew
fit my foot up in your ass what you Gon do, many bitter bitches mad still cus I talk truth, this is nightmare fuel, when my voice still stalks you, my demons done left me, you the one they still talk to

Test me, Assisted suicide make you see your G OD
the moment that you brought any beef to me
Like God of War 3 POV blood is all that I can see, 
punch through any claims that you are a G.O.D
best believe, i still swing the buster sword
like Pac toting guns, still screaming fuck the world 
I just don't give a fuck, My attitude is like a dog that lets his nuts hang, I just gotta go and make a buck, better yet I make two,
compensate for the couple dollars last left, I double them, quadruple them, then double what it sums up too, add another buck, I'll probably die at 33 when I letting my Gun shoot,
You ain't taking me, I'm laying at a rock and hard place and let my mind rest in peace, after I let the gun spray
I just spill my mind, on any of these tracks spit divine, 
my purpose redefined
Left the devil so fatigued, when he try convince me to retreat in defeat, put the demons on the leash, barking all up on the streets 
ArcKiller is released, carve my name on Pandora's box, whoever opens that is getting piece

Produced and mixed by Bam

ArcKiller

I promise when I come back home, I'll change a lot of things, I still stuck to my word
I had a lotta problems that I solved on my own
Standing 5 foot 7 tall screaming fuck the whole world 

Promise when I come back home, I'll change a lot of things, I still stuck to my word
I had a lotta problems that I solved on my own
Standing 5 foot 7 tall screaming fuck the whole world 

Got enough of home, though I went to make my own dough,
leaving my momma house, to cop my own home
boxed in my own zone, I wanted my own throne,
and a crown with diamonds, 24 karat gold hoe

with a mouth stitched to silence I gave it my all though, 
getting clowned I ain't liked it said I was a no show, 
they spit but to think about it? most of them got no soul
no drip, no cash, most of y'all got no hoes 

I set the bar above the clouds, note that
you couldn't replicate whatevers written in my notepad
couldn't duplicate the style, press rewind, back to Baptism, what I wrote aged like fine wine

so why try? these shots are straight out of a drive by
I shot nines, 12 rounds got the targets outlined
like some hoes lined up, when I spray in they mouth
now, they take it like medication that would send em to cloud 9

these clubs, booze, hit me hard in the liver,
harder than 10 shots hit you like vodka and liquor
hard like body shots hit the stomach I'm feeling like
I should get my shit together, change my ways, I got triggered from all

bitches, all these bitches 
they can't stay away from my dick or my business
they can't stay away without spitting on my image
so I gotta spit this shit until these hoes Gon listen 

lotta bitches, lotta bitches
that can't stay away from my dick or my business
so I stay away from all this crying and the bitching 
nevermind all this bullshit, heal my mind and burn bridges

critique me, instead of teaching me how to live, 
my whole life I grinned, when I got cussed on and hit, 
talk about issues, though I felt the comfort in sin
I moved away from God, towards the bottles of Gin,

and now the music is my therapy, I used to heal myself with a glass filled with Hennessy 
tryna be positive I learn to switch my energy
forgiving the wrongs from my enemies, on a flight to cloud 9, on a drive of a thousand miles, on a path through the mountains of doubt, learn who I was meant to be
that self destructive shit sacrificing the good that was left in me

Cloudnine

Talking your shit, I don't pay no mind, nevermind nevermind nevermind
faking your way til the end of time, 
nevermind nevermind nevermind
faking your rep, so you faking your crimes,
fake like a bitch, with them snakey lil eyes, 
celebrate deaths when you killing our vibe
you featherweight bitch, I'll just stay on my grind

lifting my weights up, like I'm lifting your spirit when the 45. blaze ya
blood on the taste buds, soon as the slug hit, your blood drip from your face (huh)
you tryna run dip, you fucks switch, like bloods turning Crip when they gotta pay up
my guns quick you better trust it, cus the funds is, mine, motherfucker gotta pay up

never mind, honestly nevermind, 
keep acting hard within a script, edit the truth man I'm getting the gist, 
holding some toy guns to the palms of your hand, act like you gang, to the rest of those kids that talk sly but they can't 
walk what they talk, I know that you fuckers been running so far that your legs giving up so I know 

ain't nothing to smile about, 
I keep it small talk, then the nine is out,
but if there's nothing real we could fight about,
then I'm shaking hands, but if you acting out when I turn my back,
catch you wilding out, then you catch this three piece, have you backing down 
or fall, you fuckers releasing the kraken now? 
this defo some shit you don't smile about

you could suck a dick, ion pay no mind
you could sell your ass, for a couple dimes
you can fake your rep, you can fake your crimes, but when I beat your ass you won't fake your cries
you could talk some shit, ion pay no mind,
you could talk all you want til the end of times,
you could walk all this talk and just do what you want,
but if I beat your ass?

then nevermind, if you fuckers die I don't pay no mind, 
if you fuckers want beef I don't pay no mind,
I done played my part, so if you play your part, then we fuck it up then nevermind
if you fuckers talk shit I don't pay no mind,
if you move like a bitch I don't pay no mind,
if i was giving a fuck, I'd just say how it is. NEVERMIND NEVERMIND NEVERMIND 

haha, oh don't pay no mind nevermind nevermind nevermind
act how I am til the end of time
nevermind nevermind nevermind
I'm taking what's yours, I'm making it mines, it's just how it is, man I'll stay on my grind, stay on my grind, stay on my grind..
nevermind nevermind nevermind

Nevermind

20 years in the making since the old days,
the gullwing doors saving another long face,
a whole mil is food for thought when I'm let down,
a long way, my intrusive thoughts and inert ways, 
lead me to the void, where I pick the mic up,
the hush sound in the voice told me to rise up
the skies the limit, to die with persistence, or die, arrive to the grave with a sound and gimmick
puff lye, buckwild and die with the tongue tied,
or fight alongside, my brothers with the strong ties?
freedom of speech, til you speaking the truth,
war cries, voiced loud I ain't leaving the booth
these long nights, thoughts sounding like demons refuse
to haunt minds, buckshots, now they leaving they clues
"pick up the gun, start robbing these streets"
ya dead homies died, spilling their mind in the streets
ya dead homies, lost lives, putting 5 on these streets
baptized in bloodlines, cut ties til it's deep 
in the wrist, veins cut, blood dried on the t shirt and kicks, my reason I fiend for this shit,
is the greatness that heals, the money that come in thrills, sunny days in the beach, and a reason to feel, for you and I, open my eyes to truth, the vices come priceless when your demons are real
I'm lost in this portrait, can't find a way out,
I was lost in the script, that put a gun in my mouth
I done lost everything but ain't no word of a doubt,
back on the grind, til the day that my peace will be found 
one time, for the dreamers tryna find a way out,
two times, motherfucker ain't no word of a doubt,
back on the grind, motherfucker til the day that I die,
back on the grind, til the end of the times, until I see 7 digits in the bank account 
no hand me downs, it's all business, now I'm hanging, minus the 4 figures
now I'm strapped and out to pull triggers,
you are flashing nines then start quiver
I ain't a child of god, I'm born sinner,
you a slacker, bowing to gold diggers, 
you are asinine, I'm cold killer
I'm a mastermind, you soft bitching 
you talk rich then your ass get robbed 
when I found my iris so go figure

Mixed By Bam. 


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