[Intro]
I'm working on dying

[Verse]
These bitches killing me
You already know that Z got paint, they goin for ten a piece
Ain’t nothin' low but your hoe and your self-esteem
Why I pull up on you and yo bitch, she look like a wildebeest
My lil green got a snotty nose, he just like kin to me
And these lil flows like comical, I swear I'm killing me
Pop these tabs like piss in the bowl I swear he ain’t shit to me
Over sized, do two bowls, do it for the memories
Ima do it for the memories
Twelve got [?] in my vocals, this vengeance on the beat
Lil bitch didn't wanna go-go now she bouncing on the meat
Made thrity piece, no promo, ain't no arguing with me
I be rocking Dior, you rocking Target on the beat
Ain't no n***a in yo city, boy you tardy in the streets
I just feel no pity, I'm bombarding with the piece
You know that I'm shipping avant garde with the piece
And I'm krumping with my Tee
When I run these [?] get the fungus out my feet
Bitches call me king [?] heartless on the beat
[?] got a [?] tatted on his cheek

[Outro]
Uh-huh...Zelooperz paint a better picture than Picasso, n***a
Van Gogh 'gon hear this one through the left ear