Gateway to a Savage Frontier - GDP

And the Devil plays the synth on this one

Stick 'em, 86 'em with the kick drum

GDP remained honest and different

So the name ring bells like Donner and Blitzen

The cynicism, the sinister wisdom

Malicious opinions, depict harmful images

Delivered with deliberate precision

Living it, every single day, fam

In the van or in Lowe’s racking spray cans

I am, most reckless

Respected, inventive, relentless

Most depressed, impressive

Gettin' it like what the fuck y’all expected

… got reps, yes

With the PR stunts like elections

Mention Division East

Those my peeps like frosted marshmallow treats

With all our answers blowing in the wind

Motherfuckers spit out some shit they never did

I get it how I live: disorderly and pissed

Crews always saucy like baby back ribs

How your album sorta missed?

Cause you’re a faggot and a bitch

Hardly who you say you are in songs

Everybody wanna be a killer like «get at me, dog»

Just shitted on your lawn, really thick fog

Beef with me is a lot of beef by default

Geeked out, ski ball, tits out, beats raw

Ball 'til we fall

Going out West, South, East Orange

So there’s a lot of cops, but they ain’t doing nothing

But scholars still hustle

Shah come home like he never left, the streets don’t ever rest

Gangsters don’t change, it’s just their SIM card and alias

Out for wreck on blocks like the alphabet

My style hit the South like meth

Spraying Uzis in the clouds, obsessed

New Jersey come correct

Essex, don’t step without a rep