[HOOK: SCHIZO]
Never gonna die without my gang
We been grindin hard to find our name
Murder no problem, you don't want no problems
When we with the gang homie know we always mobbin
Never gonna die without my gang
We been grindin hard to find our name
Murder no problem, you don't want no problems
When we with the gang homie know we always mobbin
(You don’t want no problems)

[Verse 1: VAGUE]

Bitches believe-in the paradigm, paradox for love
Burning up on every church my strength in faith was not enough
Been walkin thru the decimated gates, callin out Hell’s banes
All these fucken bustas wouldn’t label, If they read my veins
Stay out my mind, unless you insist to blow my nine
If they fucken told me “you should fucken quit” I would decline
If this was my final given prophecy, than show me a sign
The day we end up in the dirt, day that I would resign

It’s better this way, so get the fuck out my face
Dealin with all of my fucken emotions is given space
Instead i’m embracin, all the bullshit that is pilin up on top of me
In any given situation this will be the death of me
Take a moment of silence for that the hounds have fallen
My body rotten, UNAVERAGE GANG assigned to my coffin
But If you walk up to my stone be sure to tread with caution
Cause the end result is a dead body missin and forgotten