[Intro: Carl Jung]
We need more understanding of human nature, because the only real danger that exists is man himself
He is the great danger
And we are pitifully unaware of it

[Verse 1: Enoch]
Trying not to be cocky as shit
But checkin my numbers I’m runnin my city I’m really alone at the top of this bitch
Oh you ain’t heard of it yet? Ain’t no pressure no stress
Ain’t no threat boy just give a minute
Bullets heat seekin' it’s only Goat City who really be seein my shits when I send it
No trippin trust me, no slack
I’ll be sitting here just countin my stacks
A n***a say I owe him shit? How 'bout that
Empty out the bank buy a tank
Ammunition loaded up
If you gone come for it, my lad
Better have more than a vest. Cuz it’s all splatter
Sick to my stomach, still on it, bastard
Only concern is my gallbladder
I move discrete, your talk is cheap
Put the money down we can talk after
Fuck chasing dreams, I execute schemes
I don’t really know what y’all after
Raised in the south so know that if you steppin'
You ain't gotta ask I’m grabbing for a weapon
You n***as be cap, in your life, in your raps
I can’t take your word for it, boy I gotta question
If you say you better, how?
Oh it’s coming soon… just say you have your doubts
Come now, you can’t fuck wit me
I’m so Gate City like Crazy Kevin Powell
(Crazy Kevin Powell)
Mixed that with Anne Arundel, been survived the jungle
Ain’t no way to tear me down
This shit put bands in my account
So there ain’t shit you can tell me now
[Bridge: Sensei7 & Enoch]
There ain't shit you can tell him now
(but you can - you can come get this money with me though)
There ain't shit you can tell me now
(It's enough of this motherfuckin' shit to go around)
W-w-w-w-who's your sensei?

[Verse 2: Sensei7]
And I
Got the trunk bangin' like a Box Chevy
(Box Chevy)
Tried to help 'em up but they not ready
(Not ready)
Goin thru my phone, now ya being petty
I'mma go real fast, Richard Petty
And I got real cash, no credit
Score just dropped I was being petty
I’ll pay 'em double next time tho
(Know that)
I put my bitch in Milano
Put your feet to the sky hoe aye
I’ll work her out no Tae Bo aye
Got her jumpin' like she hit a pothole aye
This my cheese, this is nachos aye
Ali just dropped one of them ones
(One of them ones for real)
Heard that shit and I got goosebumps
(Goosebumps for real)
All my beats yeah I made every one
(Most of 'em)
Enoch ran that music bag up
Now he got him a check and it's blue on n***as
I'm finna make sure the numbers add up when I do my math
And I'm countin' my figures
(Yeah)
I got a bad feeling in my gut and it ain't 'cause I'm drinkin' on too much liquor
I'd be surprised if I wake up sober
I’ll bring the flood gates out like Noah
I’ll bring the monkey D out, No Luffy
Don't be kissin' on me in public
One of my bitches might see us coming
Gave everything 'till I ain't have nothin'
Where I'm at, this shit so sunny
And I was feeling this good when I ain't have no money
[Hook]
I know you said that'd you'd be coming home soon, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Carl Jung]
We know nothing of man … far too little
His psyche should be studied — because we are the origin of all coming evil