Back against the (fuck!) And my against the wall Still hanging in the change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking me, no (no) The person you are 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 Nick's When he let us double up even when he hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) That's to no Tell this time to really
Whatever the fuck you you hate is what the fuck I'm really about Really doing drugs, you do it for the clout (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm usually out (yeah) All my are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, I'll in 'n' out Washin' dishes, 'cause of my of a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) the rap industry; I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) All you fucking clowns, I could do without (aye) be back, I really, really, really doubt
Southside with the nine loaded (what?) Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay) Made a milli' world tour (fuck it up yeah) Fuck a man Bind it up, like I'm the in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks count (throw them hands, like-) Ridin' four deep, man fuck $moked out, out, $moked out, loced out (what?)
Now I'm surrounded by I never met Seem like the you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still 'bout them 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 jacket and the AK In the AK, AK
yeah! (All of y'all are fake, all of are fake, all of y'all are fake) When I die bury me in the (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of are fake) Suicide the motherfucking grave (All of are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) I die bury me in the grave (All of y'all are fake, all of are fake, all of y'all are fake) Suicide till the motherfucking