[Intro: Easton Serrano & Doechii]
Who gives a fuck at this point?
I have nothing to lose
EZ-E motherfucker

[Verse]
Matte up the Maybach, you know I get payback
I rake in that paycheck, ain’t got time to lay back
I pack out these maggots who claim that they with that
Just like the F word, y’all faggots can’t say that
So get back, like Beatles, get the can and spray that
I reclaim my way back, rewind that, replay that
I reclaim my play back, been in this since way back
I’m done with the setbacks, I get verses sent back
That’s big facts
You Ernst Blofeld, I’m James Bond
I’m going higher up then Jayde’s bond
I’m in the kitchen, tell ‘em word is bond
You texting, I ain’t got my ring on
When the hate gone? Brother, it ain’t take long
You ain’t Genghis Khan when your gang is gone
So go and drop that fucking music that we’re waiting on
Or you could shut the fuck up and enjoy the songs
I’m only focused on my rights, y’all hung up on wrongs
I rock the jersey and the mic, it’s a wrap
Jimmy John’s, with another jawn
Your fans listening like “this the bitch you hatin’ on?”
Like Frank Ocean, I might
Just have enough of energy for the night
So I can stay up and be quick with the write
You on the site, but you are not in the sight
I’m really chilling, living life, all despite
All of these problems flowing out like some Sprite
But I still do it in spite
While these rappers haven’t move in the slight
[Refrain]
Stand united
They thought they could rap the hardest, they had to rewrite it
Ain’t sounding hungry, better check your mileage
Head To Heaven, like I’m Pontius Pilate
Don’t wanna have to execute ‘em, but they wanna try it
Stand United
They said they started to flow, but they could never find it
Your songs are better when they onto silent
Head To Heaven, like I’m Pontius Pilate
Don’t wanna have to execute ‘em, but they wanna try it

[Intro: Doechii]
Who gives a fuck at this point?
I have nothing to lose
I literally have nothing to lose