Verse1: what the fuck is the worst day of your life, fuck is a bad day on your grind you hustling for it (life), obligations are like confrontations you face em, face first in the mud you lace em up and embrace em like cuz this is enough no way, you faced with the same of shit of tmrw today, pick up the pieces and be great the hell with your thesis, n***as got plans till they hit hit in the teeth, let go test and and tech blow, n***as troll you trying to control you, old dudes come with that old news, old boos mad cuz they old news, tried to hold true to my old views now it’s fuck my old I do’s I write my own rules, ski mask robbing the game, Louis bag Hermès bag, Gucci frames, fresh, couple pieces of that king duffle bag full of Ben’s I been getting to them ends what know what I been up to I been in and outta tens baby mommas maybe Kin, in and out the lab with pieces that should win Grammies, not up for debate, not up for awards just eat save me a plate..

Verse2: fast as a loco I’m a loco got a 44, blast at a broke hoe and broke bitch, fascinated with a fat ass and nice tits on a black girl and a Latina she fuck with a n***a chill and his demeanor no chill with a smoke screen get the smoke for a n***a scream, kush bag in a n***a jeans homie you judge you n***as trash me and my crew are fucking manure, shit stains in you n***as lane, getting brain any given day, loose change pay my n***as bond, blue views when I don’t snooze, New shoes to the interview, aww boo to the enemies, touché to my day 2’s and my day 1’s got my face on it’s a game face, I ain’t hear for the shits, I’m only here for the game on, game on..