[Verse: XXXTENTACION]

See just how far you can get
The first time my crew split in '95
Blue lens and setting trends, making boppers grin
And drive them out from where they drove you out
Now get ya shine on dont worry bout
Peace God, ante up, this your white lie
Feeling any minute they could die
All jokes aside, this is our year

[Hook: XXXTENTACION]

And physically put this funk up in your ear
You understand I ain't playing to defend mine
Uh, baby girl don't you know that you so fine
Let's party like for the soldier in the paint
My mother ain't the Virgin Mary, so I wasn't a saint

[Verse: XXXTENTACION

But I'm not stickin to the chevy with her
1,2,3 ahhh feel the romance of the Father
N***as who like doe, I get paid off
I stick n***as with this sawed-off

[Verses: XXXTENTACION]

Just how close we came
I probably wouldn't even think the same
You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me
You can find what it is you see
Wear the wrong color catch a Rodney King, beatdown!
I might come from the dark side of town
If you love this life I know you'll get with it
Styles unique, my pages, spin a door, would hit
On corners y'all can hear me spittin
Bring the beat back, the beat back was hittin
Leanin against his old's drinkin 40's with clouds
Police on the hunt for the blackest crowds
When I come through in an Ambulance on chrome
Let the craft evolve catch a little syndrome
To guard against sin, you see I gotta close ranks
Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks
This tec-9, wrap around waistline, don't play live
Spiritually elevate so high, I commit driveby's while I skydive
You can't compare to an atom of my hair
Presidential playa, with mo' respect than a mayor
Hitmakers ballin like we just hit the lotto
Roll out the red carpet, let the bugles blow
Break through Stacy Adams, Anchor Blue gangster stepping
But with all these words I'm dropping
Like a swinger, oh yes a swinger
No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are
Fraction of my mind died years ago, miserable drunk
And what you wanna trust ya punk
Stuffed into an oversized record bag
N***as hate my swag, n***as hate my swag
I shoot they ass up like rifleman
Travellin through densities Devils witness the acumen
Shit, is analog, shut up, n***a
Cuz it's, gangsta gangsta, pull that trigga
I used to boo-hoo about my early curfew
Your vest won't help you, Staten boys Bellevue
N***a shine like them diamonds, on the Botany poster
And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are
Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts
Every n***a that I know done been in the guts
I was playin with her, she was playin with me
She's ten to the third and word she smoked herb
Said the Holy Ghost changed the ways and actions of men
So protect that neck Shrek, before I strike again
If it's war it's on, ayo my word is my bond
Yeah, Murder in the first, Blast first ask second
While steady on the quest with cream
Sometimes material dreams make ya scheme
Do ten months then come back after June
Then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon
Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote
Check too short to pay the house note
Mama said, what'll make you laugh will make you cry
Don't get out much and don't dress up fly
Big June Bug in the house, what up
No long term, I go for the cup
Cuz they broad cats, bug it, blood clot that
Now I'm not saying we would've worked but
Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
Did she take a little, or did she take plenty?
Let me tell you a story, Red Riding Hood
C-4, cock bells, Market is all good
Fake mic fiends, ready to smitherins, it's pitiful
March across land, ready for war with syllables
You bitch ass n***as, it was all to the good
And give it to you raw as I could
Can't take the basic pace of living
Don't get dizzy, cause they don't stop spinning
Fuck around and have yo relatives missin' dog
Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog
See my cemetary made, so bang em up
Matter of fact, I really don't need a pup
What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I don't drive that jet black four five
Celebrate like my pops when his bastard was born
Lyrical spawn, fuck a graveyard, I prepare you in ya lawn
Givin you black eyes so in school you wearin glasses
Different slang different races different gangs different places
I 'flip' more 'modes' than Busta Rhymes, rush the times
Drinking cheap wine, and smokin' brown bag dimes
Get in the visiting booth, and then my mocha pass
In the cell, beatin' off is a bitch with no ass rapgenius
I think my style is different from the rest
We get to hoppin get ya poppin collers off your chest
With arterillary that'll make you do a backwards flip
We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip
I'm Double X-L like the magazine is
Now they know by ms. 32

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]

No time to half step
Homies' paper thin, yep
Benjamins won't come to you
Don't know what to say or do, The cameras rolling
The fucking cameras rolling