[Verse 1]
Have you ever punched a bitch in her face?
(No, I ain't)
Have you ever spent a hundred thousand dollars on a chain?
Have you ever tried to smoke away the pain?
Took a hundred different pills but I still feel the same

[Hook]
Im like, Whoah
What the Fuck
I been down
I been up
All this dro
Got me fucked
All this mud
In my cup
Im like, whoah
What the fuck
I been down
I been up
Im like, Whoah
What the fuck
What the fuck

[verse]
Im feeling lesser than ever
I never been better
The pleasure of bitches and cheddar
But that dont mean anything more than a moment
A feeling thats fleeting and leading to torment
I'm
Sipping on cyanide
You in my sights so dont try and hide
I might be lionized
Coaasty got tired eyes
But inside he got evil revitalized

I light the torch and I carry it
I might be forced to come bury ya
I find the worst about all of this
The dirt, and the clout, and the politics
Everybody fakin for a new life
Everybody snakin, never do right
I might just blow out my brain
I might become like Cobain

I put a gun to my wrist
Knife to my head then I givem a switch
I took a pill for the pain
Poppin em all but I still feel the same and I
Cutem all down to they knees
Sorry but I dont say sorry of please
I dont flex, no I dont flex alot
But Coaasty about to count cheques alot

[Hook]
Im like, Whoah
What the Fuck
I been down
I been up
All this dro
Got me fucked
All this mud
In my cup
Im like, whoah
What the fuck
I been down
I been up
Im like, Whoah
What the fuck
What the fuck