Went Way lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm about to say
The rhyme was tight and it went this way
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
Shiesty n*ggas keep staring at me
I had my 4-5 and my 4-4
I put one on my briefcase so them n*ggas'll know
Lives could get took, that's it, just like a book
Leave you on a meat hook
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
For yo' skrill, hundred dollar bill
Take yo' pill, muthafucca
While you bullsh*ttin', this sh*t is real
I ain't no twelve-inch, can't mix me up in this bullsh*t
I got full clips, and alone, I do my sh*t
So trust me, your information's faulty
And i wouldn't eat you 'cause your meat's too salty
I'd rather, step through a fire ring with some gasoline draws than fucc wit' you
'Cause you the type of n*gga that'll tell 'em everything you saw
Wit' my, big bad 40 auto mag, twenty sacc, n*gga
Get your money bacc if you don't think you off that cridnacc
Motivated, totally undominated
I got that siccness and the remedy, my momma made it
Easy for me, I didn't have to work
Fourteen-years-old, in the bacc drinkin' OE like her
[Verse 2]
Now just the other day, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm about to say
The rhyme was tight and it went this way
I know it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a tight rhyme to step to
Think of all them weak ass albums you slept through
Well, I'm your medicine, sorry I kept you
Went to my brother's house, without a doubt
Twisted one up with the n*gga, smoked 'em out
Got to writin' some of dat siccmade, my own bacc fade type script
High enough to write a whole career full of sh*t
I mean blitzed, tore up, drunk, high, stucc, ready to fucc, throw up
Mad-I-got-my-cheddar-cheese-ass-n*gga, know what
I don't hold no grudges, I just ain't fuccin' wit' you no more
Mission stay siccmade and don't let nothin' penetrate my barricade