Back the wall (fuck!) And my pocket the wall Still hanging in the change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking me, no (no) The person you are trying to is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, when me and had to came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' on the at cousin Fat Nick's house When he let us double up when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) to no amount Tell this to really count
Whatever the fuck you said you hate is the fuck I'm really about Really doing drugs, you do it for the clout (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm backing out (yeah) All my are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, clock 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 maniac with the loaded (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm (okay) Made a couple 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 Orange (hold up) TA clothes, smart gon' count (throw them hands, like-) Ridin' four deep, man fuck $moked out, loced out, out, loced out (what?)
Now I'm surrounded by folks I met Seem like the you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still them dead presidents residence, straper looked 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) I die bury me in the grave (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 grave