[Verse 1]
I was raised in the rich, with the killers and the dope fiends (Yeah!)
I was in the front line, you was in the nosebleeds (You was!)
An innocent man died while he was buyin' groceries
Tryin' to get provolone cheese and some roast beef
Never bring your ass to California, n***as might rob you
And they got a good excuse, gas cost 5 dollars
Hit your Craigslist ad, like "That's a nice offer!"
Snatch your shit and disappear quicker than Nightcrawler (Pew!)
I said to myself "I ain't gettin' stuck here!" (Nah!)
So a n***a had to roll the dice like Cuphead
Now move out the way ho (Move!), never try to play Mo
You better off barefoot steppin' on a Lego (Whoo!)
I play shows in Australia, I'm from the Bay though
I'm the [?] black Doja Cat is a shame for
Ya'll n***as lame-os, same old, same old
Send me a postcard from hell, do they make those?

[Chorus]
Do they make those
Send me a postcard from hell, do they make those
Do they make those (Ha ha! Ay-o! Look!)

[Verse 2]
There's multiple dimensions that different shit can take place
And this is the dimension where the weak n***as became famous (You suck!)
And they shootin' everywhere with no safe haven
'Cause it's easier to get a gun than a Playstation
N***as still waitin' on a PS5
Catchin' COVID, waitin' in line at three Best Buys
While you still doin' shows with your weak-ass rhymes
But ain't nobody tryin' to die to see that BS live (You fuck up out of here!)
G-Mo cuttin' n***as off like a lightswitch
I quit fuckin' with you and I haven't heard a lie since
If you see me on the internet, right click
And save as "The Best Fuckin' Rapper of All Time, Bitch!"
I've been puttin' up for my clique
And now you wanna get behind it like the Heimlich
I tell a n***a like this
You can send me a goddamn postcard from Hell for 25 cent
[Chorus]
For 25 cent
You can send me a goddamn postcard from Hell for 25 cent
And it goes like this, listen...

[Verse 3]
My homie Amari used to treat me like an attack dog
He'd hear of n***as rappin' and he'd tell 'em "I'll be back, ya'll!" (I'll be back!)
He'd call me, I'd drop everything then I dash off
Show off, spaz off, and roast a n***a ass off
Boy, who let you come to school with them dirty pants on (N***a!)
And you ashy as hell, we gon' call you Jack Frost
Take that fuckin' hat off (Bitch!)
It look like you tried to roll a condom over a basketball and then it snapped off (Oh!)
And the whole school would erupt
Everybody sayin' "G-Mo, you stupid as fuck!"
I would finish all my classes and as soon as I'm done
I'd help myself to an Asian bitch's pussy for lunch
And you can ask anybody from CC college
Even Cool John and I am [?] (Shoutout, Cool John!)
But if you wanna argue with me 'bout it
Send me a postcard from Hell, I'm in the Fiji Islands, n***a!

[Chorus]
I'm in the Fiji Islands
Send me a postcard from Hell, I'm in the Fiji Islands, n***a!
[Outro]
Stu Bangas!
What?!
Filth!