[Intro]
Hell. You restrict someone from it, they're gonna want it more

[Verse]
Too many voices around me always gets me pissed off
I didn't wanna have to do this, hope your wrists's soft
Just give me a second, I really need to take this call
Spending time on The Weeknd, music from the loft
No law, we'll never get along
Oh you think you tough? who'd you call?
Street's a slaughterhouse, watch his head fall
I'll turn a p.o. into p.t., so swiftly
Why'd a little piggy go and think he's so mighty?
Runnin', catching bodies, how many? Uh like... zero
I do it for fun, please don't call me a hero
Just want you know that this next line's pretty phony
I stick to thе trenches, feeling like Hеctor Zeroni
From sun-up to sundown, do nothing, you look like a clown
Wasn't it just this year you found a new "sound"?
That's what I thought, now go 'head, sit down
Osquinn on the beat, repeat, you're obsolete, I mean...