[Chorus]
I see 'em lying on the ground, covered in blood
All of them is dead, rottin' in the mud
Look away, lookin' back, that sh*t is crud
Got me fade away, got me pullin' up, aye
All this hate, n*gga, I'm motherf**kin' pissed off
They gon' see me rise, I ain't gonna cut ma wrist off
They fall on their knees, later they gon' call me Mister
Shyne back in rap game, n*gga, yeah, listen!
Loosin'? I ain't loosin', gonna fade in the night
I don't get no sleep, 'cause the b*tch is f**kin' tight
I don't even talk to you, Ima win the fight
Ima be a star, that sh*t ain't on ma price, yeah
Know, they all thought that I never gonna make it
Ice on ma neck got me lookin' like a faker
Ima prove 'em wrong,' cause I am not a lame b*tch
I am done wit hate, yeah n*gga, you can't take this!

[Verse 1]
Liftin' it up
Finna bust a nut
All them n*ggas, they be thots
Killin', then recall
Fallin' on ma knees too often
Finally end up in a coffin
B*tch, now it's over wit laughin'
Passin' out here, I be knockin', yeah
People be stalkin', LA, we the gang
We sexy walkin', you gay, got no bands
High than the ground, we obsessed wit the Xans
Girls passin' by, then they ask "Who this man?"
Lookin' so fly, hot diamonds
Ballin' all into the horizon
Body like a motherf**kin' bison
I AM THE KING LIKE A LION, WHOOP!!!
[Chorus]
I see 'em lying on the ground, covered in blood
All of them is dead, rottin' in the mud
Look away, lookin' back, that sh*t is crud
Got me fade away, got me pullin' up, aye
All this hate, n*gga, I'm motherf**kin' pissed off
They gon' see me rise, I ain't gonna cut ma wrist off
They fall on their knees, later they gon' call me Mister
Shyne back in rap game, n*gga, yeah, listen!
Loosin'? I ain't loosin', gonna fade in the night
I don't get no sleep, 'cause the b*tch is f**kin' tight
I don't even talk to you, Ima win the fight
Ima be a star, that sh*t ain't on ma price, yeah
Know, they all thought that I never gonna make it
Ice on ma neck got me lookin' like a faker
Ima prove 'em wrong,' cause I am not a lame b*tch
I am done wit hate, yeah n*gga, you can't take this!

[Verse 2]
Bro, you is lame
You is a shame
You gon' die today
Ima bring a cake, ayy
Loosin' your life, that must be pretty sad
I just can't help it, yeah, please, don't be mad!
Next level sh*t, bad b*tch, but she not bad
I can't give trophies, I would give 'em if I had
Weed on weed, I can't focus my mind
I got nothin' to do, so Ima slap her thights
She gon' scream at me, then she hit me, then she cries
Ima kick her out, invite the next b*tch, aye
Call up George Miller, I just wanna make a song
Mobile phone rings, but the number, it was wrong
Voice on the phone said "Hey, there's John
Buckle up your pants, 'cause you 'bout to go begone!"
Callin' up the MIGOS
They are not like THESE HOES
Look out at my WEED GROWS
Hit it like CARINA!
Time to go back to the serious sh*t
I ain't go down, then I f**k a n*gga b*tch
Ice on ma neck, 'cause I'm motherf**kin' rich
Finna, you will notice that I'm way to f**kin' lit!
[Chorus]
I see 'em lying on the ground, covered in blood
All of them is dead, rottin' in the mud
Look away, lookin' back, that sh*t is crud
Got me fade away, got me pullin' up, aye
All this hate, n*gga, I'm motherf**kin' pissed off
They gon' see me rise, I ain't gonna cut ma wrist off
They fall on their knees, later they gon' call me Mister
Shyne back in rap game, n*gga, yeah, listen!
Loosin'? I ain't loosin', gonna fade in the night
I don't get no sleep, 'cause the b*tch is f**kin' tight
I don't even talk to you, Ima win the fight
Ima be a star, that sh*t ain't on ma price, yeah
Know, they all thought that I never gonna make it
Ice on ma neck got me lookin' like a faker
Ima prove 'em wrong,' cause I am not a lame b*tch
I am done wit hate, yeah n*gga, you can't take this!