[ Chorus ]
U pop pills, no skills.
I don't care if you got a problem, it's a killing thrill.
I'm gonna kill you till I'm ill.
Making more shit, another bill.
I'm still hanging on, chill.
Fuck you up, throw you down the hill.
This is my will, I will fill.

[ Verse 1 ]
Made another title, even though it's been a while.
Make the money count, guess it was worthwhile.
I always try to change the style.
But everyone changes pile.
Can do this all day, another mile.
I gave you so much, such mercantile.
Do this another two years, so much compile.
Stalk you, then kill you. Crocodile.
Call me Rosa parks, imma need my seat.
I deserve it, kill a hip hop beat.
Damn, I do it easily, frequently; it's a cheat.
I'm not giving you my shit, go eat.
All you do is take the meat, repeat.
I'm losing ink; ayo bro, hand me another sheet.
My rhymes are so in order, it's neat
I'm elite, you took another defeat.
They can go ahead, and send another tweet.
You go on, and on; so fleet.
But, you're so ass; bitter sweet.
[ Chorus ]
U pop pills, no skills.
I don't care if you got a problem, it's a killing thrill.
I'm gonna kill you till I'm ill.
Making more shit, another bill.
I'm still hanging on, chill.
Fuck you up, throw you down the hill.
This is my will, I will fill.

[ Verse 2 ]
Imma take out the lighter, cause you know I'm a fighter.
I'll burn away all you're desires.
I'm gonna start the fire, and burn you.
I know you're tired.
Why you still texting me, oblivious.
I got hatred for you, it obvious.
I'm still tryna think of the quickest, and sickest way to pick you out.
I'll see you're double sided, and bring it out.
I'll spit It back out, level, I'm so incredible, dependable.
I've increased skills, expandable.
You should write you're own shit for once, recommendable.
You're not my level, you're commendable.
You're so easy to get to, bendable.
But, before you could "kill" me.
(Ha) You can't, it's preventable.
You're another individual, so minimal.
It's so hard making another flow, but you won't know. Since all you do, is copy my youth.
There all snakes, and I think it's been showin'.
Not my fault you floatin' , and I'm just flowin'
When I make the beat, it's gonna be blowin'.
You won't get the best of me.
You're just a test of me.
You're not gonna kill the rest of me.
Quests sit in the the testimony.
This whole shits a test, I'm not a phony.
Okay, go ahead, and paint me the villain
My verse isn't spreading, it's splittin'
You won't stop hitting, it's itching.
[ Chorus ]
U pop pills, no skills.
I don't care if you got a problem, it's a killing thrill.
I'm gonna kill you till I'm ill.
Making more shit, another bill.
I'm still hanging on, chill.
Fuck you up, throw you down the hill.
This is my will, I will fill.