Snake in the grass, mind like a butcher
Haters just a memory, nothing but a suture
40 bars deep, spitting fire and flames
They shadows in the past trying to play these games
Breaking bars, heavyweights in the ring
Champions crowned, hear the crowd sing
Ghosts in my head, they whisperin lies
Pushing forward, leavin them in my blindside
Haters just a flicker, candle in the wind
Trying to rise up, but they losing that spin
Power in the words, truth in the flow
Looking in the rearview, watch 'em disappear slow