[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh

[Verse 1: Pouya]
I feel the pressure of my pain, I been strugglin' to maintain
Yeah, I sit low in that Chevy, but I might switch back to that Range
Back in the drop-top, body rot, bloodstains trickling down my face
Mindset now riddled with rage, grab the gauge, let me get 'em a cage, yuh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Pouya]
Let's take a walk to the home of the cage
We look in the eye and there ain't no denyin' it
My hood provided me nothin' but pain
And thinkin' that I can escape it with fame
When it's the greatest artist in the game gеt slanged
When most of them battlе with PTSD
My post-traumatic stress is decompressed because it won't decease (Yuh)

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Two Florida boys came from the land where streets will break your heart
Takin' the life right out your eyes and leavin' you in the dark
The fame, the fortune, the hoes, none of it could ever feed my soul
All of it leavin' in empty hole inside of me still I trust that road

[Verse 4: Denzel Curry]
Why they always turn to ink?
That's how it go, that's the way that they has to be
Just no one keepin' the scene
Little they know that's a Florida mentality
Causin' the vision back in my session it's a constant collision
They carry switches, put you outta commision
With so much bodies they not easin' the tension, n***a
[Chorus: Shakewell]
Big, Big Juice Tha Sip, I'm with Denzel that be lil' dropkick
Call Pouya, we just drop hits, be off a big deposits
Been walkin' 'round with twenty thousand on me just in optics
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit

[Verse 5: KXLLSWXTCH]
(Ah)
Your presence got me actin' out again 'til I dump
Made your bitch a break a fuckin' neck to make me cum
Seven-one-four to the three-zero-five, I switch out the chamber to the one
I made 3k just to hop on a stage and fuckin' your bitch was a plus, boy
I front problems everywhere, I look like, "Like, what's up, boy?"
Russian roulette soon as I wake up, let's try my luck, boy
Ain't nobody safe up in the cut, dumb bitch, don't talk
Slidin' on when I hit dust, can fuck on that bitch 'til it gush, ah

[Verse 6: Key Nyata]
We ridin' on you like I'm from the dark side
Get you hog-tied for fuckin' around on the wrong side
When my pops died he took part of me with him
Cody died, I turned into a villian
I smoke and I smoke and I smoke, but I'm never chillin'
I've been itchin' to make a killin'
If it's money in it then I'm totally with it
When I'm on mentions, I get totally frigid
It get cold in my soul, feel like I'm ready to die
I'm alone on that road, but at least I'm makin' a try
We all from the trenches
I'm great for the witness that some of us made it out
When I was young it was kill about money
But now they just killin' for clout
[Chorus: Shakewell]
Big, Big Juice Tha Sip, I'm with Denzel that be lil' dropkick
Call Pouya, we just drop hits, be off a big deposits
Been walkin' 'round with twenty thousand on me just in optics
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on that drop shit