[Intro]
(Virus)

[Chorus: KruddTheGuru]
I been (Yeah), pissed off (Uh-huh), I might lift off (Yeah)
Making moves like a boss, now I feel like Rick Ross (Uh)
You might got the juice, but I make meals wit' the sauce (Uh-huh)
And this n***a, fucked your feelings
Take this L, that's a loss (L, that's a loss)

[Verse 1: KruddTheGuru]
Catchin' me loaded, seein' me shoot up the block
I might pull up on the POTUS (I might pull up on the POTUS)
Splitting your bitch like I'm Moses
I'm wit' the dead and I'm hopeless (Uh-huh)
I put your head in the loop where the rope is
I never fear another n***a, I know they pussy and I know that I been the coldest (Uh-huh)
I been too focused to notice that everybody actin' different
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even the closest n***as around me (Yeah)
I got some hitters in the city and out the county (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't all different
I am the same n***a
You gon' see me the way that you found me (Uh-huh)
I go to war, I'm goin' door to door
They fiendin' for more and more
I'm off the blood and gore (Uh-huh)
But shit, n***a (Shit n***a)
[Chorus: KruddTheGuru]
I been pissed off (Yeah), I might lift-off (Uh-huh)
Making moves like a boss, now I feel like Rick Ross (Uh)
You might got the juice, but I make meals wit' the sauce (I make meals wit' the sauce)
And it's still fuck your feelings
Take this L, that's a loss, bitch (Take this L, that's a loss bitch)

[Verse 2: TMTTMF]
It's midnight again
The city shuts its eyes, hushed voices and candlelight
There's a shadow on the wall that's flickering and beckoning you
To leave it all behind
While you're lying on the bed and it's burning
It's burning for what you've done
When death will not release you and God will not believe you
There's nowhere else to run
I'll smile while you burn

[Verse 3: KruddTheGuru]
They love it when I talk that shit
They love it when I make that flip
Like a switchblade, I might have to cut that bitch
Then it's back to the trap, it's a wrap
If a n***a gotta load that clip
Speedin' in the rain, I be swervin', I might lose my grip
But I still got a O in the zip
Still got a pound in the crib
I'ma stick to that lane, never hesi', then fillet my wrist
I try countin' all my blessings, but I ended up wit' problems
Drivin' real slow, I be dodgin' all the knockers
Weight under the bed, I be foolin' with the monsters
Russian roulette, put your mouth in a revolver
Comin' at me sideways, better speak proper
If you ain't with the code, then my n***a, don't bother
Ion' call 'em son, 'cause they shine, I call 'em suckers
I'm they motherfuckin' father, yeah