[Intro]
General!
We got these n***as!
Fucking cockroaches!
You wanna go to war!?
A-haaaa!!

[Verse 1]
I got the gat and I do em in
Turn your music video to the [?] film
You wanna fight? I could box like I'm moving in
Two shots, you get popped, I abuse your chin
I never had a team with me
Just myself, no help, they ain't believe in me
That's why I keep the piece with me
To smack the bitch-assness out of P. Diddy
And the rest of these damn liars
I'm surprised I ain't hear you rap by the the campfire
Come on, Craig, you ain't gotta lie
I'm the fucking truth, you Mother Goose with your rock-a-byes
Bottom line, I'm the type of guy to idolize Columbine; the trench coat life
I'm a sick low-life, with a chick that looks like Kimbo Slice
When will this shit go right?

[Interlude]
When will this shit go right, man?
Damn!
This shit's fucked up, man
It ain't pretty
My whole fucking life man
My pops kicking me out, fucking chicks breaking up with me...
I don't think you understand man
Lemme tell you
[Verse 2]
Everything I've tried, I've failed at
Disappointment kept (what?) hatted on like a sail's attached
It's fucked up when you're family don't believe in you
And you ain't got no one to talk or even [?]
On the outside, you keep your cool
But deep down, it really starts to eat at you
Shit is stifilin'
You try to say "Fuck everybody else" you gon make it in spite of them
You never had a girlfriend
To hold you down with a pound when the world ends
So fuck that, you don't need a chick or any friends
Cause it's only gonna be you and God in the end
You're refusing to lose
Complacency is something that I choose to refuse
And ima prove it to you
What good is conquering Mount Everest when you were shooting for the moon?

[Verse 3]
They say money makes you look better like a barber do
If you lame, it'll change your game like an audible
It'll make chicks go from "Who you talkin to?"
To bragging, asking if they can walk with you
I even heard a bitch say Rick Ross was cute
All cause of the cars & jewels (Gotdamn)
I'm trying to be flier than a fucking airbase
In the house with the Victorian-style staircase
With the Latin maids that caretake
Whose body type is pear-shaped
But I ain't stopping at that, I got bigger better plans ahead of me
Change my fate, create, and manifest destiny