[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]

I ride or die for my mothafuckin' clique
You 'bouta die, if you end up on my list
'Bouta slide like I just welded the diff
All my haters mad
'Cause I copped another whip
Lexus broke another neck
Homicidal pussies won’t do shit
Now watch me flex
Reaper on my neck
Cost a couple months of rent
Sick of being humble
Let 'em hate and fuck the rest
I know they praying on my downfall
Nobody does it better
Might as well call me Nate Dogg
Yeah, I'm loaded up
'Bouta drop a fuckin' napalm
When I’m rolling up
Got the trunk thumping like King Kong
All you rappers look and sound the same
All you fuckin' lames like to stay in the same lane
Get the fuck out my face
Fallen with that bass knock
Running when that k pop
Grinding 'til my brain rot
Chop 'em up just like a crop
[Verse 2: VAGUE]

It’s a bad play
Always 'bout some fuckin' shit
So, it’s a bad day
Gotta take some better notes
And try to stay in lanes
If you had half a brain
To give a fuck about the patient things
Many thoughts lead to suicide
From my past
Killin' all the fuckin' rats
It’s a Columbine
I’m lookin' in from the outside
All to face facts
But it’s been a bad lie
It’s not about the shit you talk about
It’s what you say
To be a part of all the games
Just to waste away
But you’ll keep on fuckin' ridin'
Until you have to pay
And watchin' everybody step
To see who saves the day
Double dosin'
And it ain’t up for discussion
You gotta try to find the whim
All gon' rise and keep pushin'
And try to never pay a fine
In the mind that is gushin'
The blood leakin' from the scars
From the people that cut ‘em