Back against the (fuck!) And my pocket against the hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the (nope) Please don't call me, no (no) The person you are trying to is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, me and $lick had to came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' on the floor at cousin Fat Nick's When he let us double up when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) to no amount Tell time to really count
Whatever the fuck you you hate is what the fuck I'm really about doing drugs, unlike 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, of my bitch of a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) Fuck the rap industry; I'm for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) All you clowns, I could really do without (aye) be back, I really, really, really doubt
Southside maniac the nine loaded (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm (okay) Made a couple milli' tour (fuck it up yeah) a couple man Bind it up, like I'm the 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 these $moked out, loced out, out, loced out (what?)
Now I'm by folks I never met Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but But nonetheless, still them dead presidents Innocent residence, looked out, begin Funerals for the cold-blooded skin (pop-pop-pop) So I called Ruby, he said we got the (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 are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) till the motherfucking grave (All of are fake, all of ya'll 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 till the grave