[Intro: Gizmo]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Hard times call for drastic measures
Yeah, yeah
Aye

[Verse 1: Gizmo]
Hard times call for drastic measures
I'm fucking up for my pleasure, feel like a bird without feathers
I'm fine, wish I was doing better
I wanna car full of leather, a coat for every weather
Get high 'cause I feel like I gotta
My doink stuffed, rolling top shelf, smoking on Prada
Slide by like I'm tryna get shot up
I give no fucks about your person, you pushed me once but I got up
No, I won't retaliate, prove it to them, I validate
The person that I am, that's the only way that I demonstrate
When I start to duplicate, gremlins will now accumulate
You see, I don't need a move, and I'm fucking up your dinner date
Listen close, concentrate, or get burnt up like concentrates
I'm never gonna stop 'cause my car only know accelerate
Only here to motivate, only here to fumigate
These stupid fucking rappers out the game, I must annihilate

[Hook: Killstation]
I, I don't wanna wait
Put me in my grave
With the hate
Make me feel enslaved
I will never breathe
With the hate
I don't wanna wait
Put me in my grave
With the hate
Make me feel enslaved
Your wrist in my face