[Young G]
Reflections of a superstar oscillate, buffer made
Off so many drugs, there's no one to contemplate
Template plating at the temple
Barriers the ring, twisted in the mental
Off so much anger, broke in Sacramento
Hate me cuz you're jealous, threats detrimental
Destruction central to a weak mind, don't trip
Just as sick, ignore your kind
Caught up in the grind, bodies to bind up with desire
Enemies you find threatening online, skill and talent combined
Keep playing, feign off mine
Associate yourself with me, your only chance to shine
Who's down to be the next victim?
Mental state depression is the syndrome
Keep my mind blown off kind grown, nine months home grown
Get the fuck off my nuts, bitch, find your own

[Swank]
What you gon do when the Sun don't shine and your lady want no dick?
Now what you gon do when the Sun don't shine and you can't find your biatch?

Come down, dance with the graces, chapters beyond our faces
The time for trading places with the flame of ages
The fire spread for fortune for all that's created
It's no less degraded, living, loved and hated
Stripped down and jaded, raised by the gray skies
Slowly separated from wet pussy spurated
Wet man blood is traded for minds that love our races
The lands people outdated that stand so high they faded
None's negotiated, we wear it as we laced it
The world is something shaded, this life is our oasis
Safety ain't what safe is cool with the outrageous
A never-ending sage is a healthy stash, a day list
Is what I'm blessed to play with
A good car in the Sun, and women of our wages
[Mxlplx and Swank]
So when you need a break from everything you love
Get into what you hate, no reason, just because (popopepopopopo)
Fully clothed in a lake, up to your neck in water
Ain't no way to escape, need a vacation to get caught up?
Buy a ticket and vacate to the best place you thought of
Hit up the interstate with more than a couple dollars
Get a thick rope, wrap it around your collar
Kick the chair and elope with only angels to meet God
Never cared to hope for a raise at my job
Just to feel better bout the way I've been robbed
Don't get too much pleasure hanging out at bars of slobs
Watching on the clock counting down in a fever
All you gotta do is stop but it's hard when you're a bleeder
Pick up a heavy rock, break the window of a Beamer
Kick your feet up and watch the way it goes like a dreamer
Can't believe that you thought I'd grow into a believer
Don't really like to talk, rather be the receiver
Holding the mic like a killer holds his heater