[Intro]
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Uh huh, check it)

[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder n*ggas and whacks, and forget where they buried
This the hardest since NWA and Eazy-E
Or pistols on your album cover, guess who's back

[Verse 1]
Might take 'em back when I had a [?] before the raps
Before I turned down a million dollar deal, fuck the bag
Remember me for my heart, forgive mе for my past
Before I die hopе you learn from me, hope you win
This hip-hop 50 years, it's gon' never end
This mass appeal, I'm Rick James off the acid still
They can't claim what I'm jackin', n*ggas lackin' skill
New York the Mecca still, fuck you thought
And my tan temples goin' at yo' bitch throat
I'm taxin' like phantom [?] to the [?]
Remember nights I thank god I made it home safe
Bail money in the safe in the closet, rainy days
Smokin' ounces, tryna fade away, la la la
These mountains ain't high enough, drugs take me away
Shoutout my Fresno boys, all my n*ggas in L.A
All my cousins, my blood, let this love when we sing
Come on
[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder n*ggas and whacks, and forget where they buried
This the hardest since NWA and Eazy E
Or pistols on your album cover, guess who's back

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these ghetto boys on my block
Pot holes, gunshots
Crack spots, dreadlocks
N*ggas might run in yo' spot
Jug you for all that you got
Bacon and egg from the opp
And dollar bands on them, hol' up
Never forget the day your father passed away
Put your lighter in the air if you lost someone close
'Cause ain't nothin' like that feeling wishin' you were to go
RIP all the G's, Bugs or Coyote
This B41, B44, to B6 it's 2 train
Where I'm from you better carry a stick
And no these new n*ggas ain't shit but new n*ggas
Clout rap, dye hair, I'm talkin' to you n*ggas
[?]
In New Orleans callin' shawty
Pound Town got a [?]
She a demon, she gon' do ya
Head better than that stripper
T-Pain fell in love with (haha)
I'm back on my bullshit
[Chorus]
Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I murder n*ggas and whacks, and forget where they buried
This the hardest since NWA and Eazy E
Or pistols on your album cover, guess who's back

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, guess who's back bitch
What J said, n*ggas is pollo
We got through them shits in one day
Bow