Scope G - WESTJET Lyrics

From the west let me jet to the east
Finna dead em all can't catch and release
Finna go monster in the belly of the beast
Scope God back live in concert
Get ready to feast
Gotta be the livest Yella on earth
Scope G.O.D. in the game like C.O.D.
In first person you finna get murked
As quick as I can cook up the beat
Up early yeah getting the work
On the chase like Need for Speed
I just needed the herb
I used to murda the ink like Irv
Now I'm off paper
Now I just air it out with the words
Now I'm Darth Vader
I gotta father you nerds
Move with the force ain't nothing rehearsed
Since back then been rapping like the rent due on the first
Never been slacking
I been active
Til I'm in the hearse