(Verse 1)

Every motherfucker wanna copy
I be confident when I spit & you rappers cocky
I ain't really hearing anything you say
Get the fuck out my way, before the bodies be droppin’

I won't be stoppin' til I’m showing these lame cats
When I play games, it's for keeps, no take backs
You can save face, while I try to make raps
When I spray mates, on my grind to break backs

I been walking round beaming
Nobody wanna know how I been
I been trynna drown all my demons
But these motherfuckers know how to swim

And I don't even know how to escape it
Drop one track, people thinking that I made it
Taggin' me in videos, you faggots better save it
I don't really care, cuz all you rappers comin' basic

I'mma hit em with the venom again
Won't stop me til I’m mentioned wit’ trem
I go hard til I'm sent to the pen
I got court on the seventh again, for sentencin’, then
Probably gettin' locked away
They might send me to t'ward cause I'm mental as them
I’m like Hopsin, aye; ill mind. Smokin' on the weed, to stop the pain
Cookin' on my goose, I'm just a rock away


(Hook)

Sick of living all these ghetto ways
Swear to god, I gotta get away
Take a shot, I'm trynna devestate, reality
Becuz I'm sick of trynna get it straight (x2)


(Verse 2)

All these kings lyiing like Zazu
Watch a real motherfucker straight pass you
While I'm sitting sideways like my cars do
You make me wanna rap, making you thinkin' it's too hard to

Fake motherfuckers coming like cartoons
Put the X on your eyes, you're a mark, dude
Hit a lame rapper up wit the harpoon
Or this tomahawk flow, as soon as I start to
Posted up with the raiders hat
Or in the bed with my bad bitch laying back
Or in the lab wit my home boys makin' dabs
Yeah, you heard what I said.. There ain't no fakin' that

Don't believe it, I don't give a motherfuck
Cuz lately, I ain't hearing nothing but
Made sick, and brainsick, out t'back of my truck
Cuz I'm ridin' thru, while y'faggots ridin' t'shuttlebus

My flow Doctor Clarence
But I still need my scales to balance
Never be given in. I be taking that challenge
Wit th bottle of xanny's, I could just take em and vanish

I been on the edge, been on the bridge
Yeah, been on the ledge, been on that binge
Yeah, Been off my head
But I'm killing these bitches, I fill em wit lead

Won't stop til the team on the top
Huskii, son. Heated Muzic, he the cream of the crop
Give a motherfucker a beat
I'mma chop it up into pieces, you'll see what I got

I make your brainumb like the blow do
Cuz Nobody know what I go through
I'mma let you down. I ain't trynna hold you, up
I'm too busy, on my grind, and I told you
I barely hold my shit together
Stuck in streets, on this shit forever
No umbrella, a dumb fella
So I sit in the rain, trynna switch the weather

(Hook)

Sick of living all living all these ghetto ways
Swear to god, I gotta get away
Take a shot, I'm trynna devestate, reality
Cuz I'm sick of trynna get it straight