[Verse 1: Sy Ari Da Kid]
I'm like fuck the world, freedom of speech
See I could never lie, this is me on the beat
And fuck beef, n***as sweet like Cream of Wheat
And since I got them new J's I ain't seen my feet
To the grave, I'm a problem
Bitch how come I can't rap about top, when I came from the bottom
Steady on the road with them out of town bitches
We scissors, who knows if they cheating on they n***as
Shut the fuck up, who told you to vouch?
You n***as chilling so much I might throw you a couch
You n***as bitching so much I might throw you a blouse
How you from the realest state but can't show us a house?
I need a lady in the streets but a hoe in the house
White girl, freaked out, let me go in her mouth
How come I can see the world with a blindfold n***a
And I can see the future with my eyes closed, n***a

[Verse 2: Coach Ricky J]
Uhh, fuck the world, freedom of speech
I can never lie, this me on the beat
These fucks sleeping on me like a comforter sheet
Bitch I'm grade A product, straight drop in the streets
Drop the blow in the water
Save them cookies and quarters
24/8, I'm open, I'm taking everyones order
The economy fucked they wonder why I be trapping
This my family starving, thats why I'm taxing and charging
Tried to prove I'm a bad boy, and no we no more
Ain't no Kid, no Slim, just this hard where I bargain
Click-Clack spray at your organ
Put your face on the carton
Boy this bong with this kush in it got my high as a Martian
If you need it, I got it, just take a trip out to the car
Just make sure you lock yours, cause they jack and they rob
I got too many felonies tryna stay out the block
Tryna stack up this money, and reinvest it all, ohhh
[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
Fuck the world, freedom of speech
And I could never lie, its Slim D on the beat
While you wifing that bitch, I'm G'ing the freak
Fuck them more than one time, three in a week
[?] on Movado, drinking on Mescotto
Play it everyday, bet you never hit the lotto
Tech in the whip, .45 in the house
Betta watch what you say, like your eyes in your mouth
Born in the Midwest, reside in the South
Leave your body in the trash, Oscar the Grouch
You Blooding or you Cripping
Fuck you n***as sipping
Bartender you ain't getting nothing, I ain't tipping
Bitches wanna ride with me
N***as that'll die for me
Something like Kane, Menace II Society
I think I'm Neno, New Jack (what else)
You n***as sweet, fruit snacks

[Outro: Sy Ari da Kid, Coach Ricky J & Slim Dunkin]
I'm like fuck the world freedom of speech
I could never lie this is me on the beat
Fuck the world freedom of speech
See I could never lie this is me on the beat