Slapping my stick on mrs tusk tongue
Loves absent after I'm busting
Ear ache at end andy's gun guts
Busted swept into a dust pan
Put with the pills that I'm flushing
Cus cases get caught as adults
Steaming and cut up your cult
Diminish it down to a pulp
Temper thin now my temper thin
Cutted up knuckles connects chins lil bitch
Spit like a lisp nah jaw shut swallow it quick

Cover my sounds cover my wounds
Act like you child cover my dough
You ain't alone I got my home
Watch yourself I can raise my cell
Come up for it imma catch the shell
Cut me out bitch I erase myself
Ain't no need for buddy buddy wealth
Ain't no need for all that petty health
I wouldn't have it
All of that talk and these fuckas pull up and they passive
Money talk the type to fill up your basket
Feed the world these buck cucks by the casket
I ain't have it
Keep that shit its too much for the masses
I seen nothing in the lavish
Chasing dreams coming wrapped up in the plastic