Back the wall (fuck!) And my pocket the wall Still in the hall change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't call me, no (no) The person you are to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, me and $lick had to came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' on the floor at cousin Fat house When he let us up even when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) That's to no Tell time to really count
Whatever the fuck you 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 friends are headcases and this kid's pout it back 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 clowns, I could 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 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 Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw hands, like-) Ridin' four deep, man fuck $moked out, loced out, out, loced out (what?)
Now I'm surrounded by I never met Seem like the you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still them dead presidents residence, straper looked out, begin Funerals for the makeup 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 me in the grave (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of are fake) Suicide till the grave (All of are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) When I die me in the grave (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of are fake) till the motherfucking grave