[Chorus]
22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
And you won't see me in a cemetery that's where I came from
I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name
The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
He tellin me this and he tellin me that
I swear to me that shit never stops
And 22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

[Verse 1]
And bitch I'm schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin
Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rappin a big game
I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6
I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique
I'm dreamin about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold

[Chorus]
22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree
And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck
They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game
Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
[Interlude]
Shouts out to all the Kreeps, shouts out to the motherfuckin' Hypebeasts talking shit on me, [?] talking shit on Schema the Posse bitch, [?] to you motherfuckers on my page, [?] talk all that shit on the web, bitch

[Verse 2]
Schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin
Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rappin a big game
I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6
I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique
I'm dreamin about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold
I ain't did a thang, since I been locked up in this room
With not a thang, 'cept a shotty on my side
2 shells on my bedside table might pull a Cobain
See I gotta lotta thangs goin on in my brain
Gotta lotta good shit and bad, sometimes all I really wanna do
Is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head
Is it more to life than being pissed off
And alone in my mind with nobody to tell me, "chill, mane!"
The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain
Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight
This very moment, if you a jit then you wouldn't know shit
About how a real Mothafucka zonin