Back the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the Still hanging in the change, I'm the same (nope) Please fucking call me, no (no) The you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, when me and had to came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' on the floor at cousin Fat house When he let us double up even he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) to no amount Tell this to really count
the fuck you said you hate is what the fuck I'm really about Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm usually out (yeah) All my are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it to the pizza kitchen, I'll clock in 'n' out Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch of a manager still I'm out (I'm out) Fuck the rap industry; I'm down for the count (ha-ha) All you fucking clowns, I really do without (aye) I'll be back, I really, really, doubt
Southside maniac with the nine (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm (okay) Made a milli' world tour (fuck it up yeah) Fuck a man it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) Before the days we used to hit up Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw hands, like-) Ridin' four deep, man fuck out, loced out, $moked out, loced out (what?)
Now I'm by folks I never met Seem like the you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, 'bout them dead presidents Innocent residence, straper out, begin Funerals for the cold-blooded skin (pop-pop-pop) So I called Ruby, he we got the blade (okay) I'm like, okay, I got the loaded and the AK In the AK, AK
yeah! (All of y'all are fake, all of are fake, all of y'all are fake) I die bury me in the grave (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of are fake) Suicide till the motherfucking (All of y'all are fake, all of are fake, all of y'all are fake) When I die me in the grave (All of y'all are fake, all of are fake, all of y'all are fake) till the motherfucking grave