[Intro: Chloe Kaul & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hold tight
(You did good, $lick)
Hold tight
(It's a Smash!)
I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, fuck 'em down
Down to the ground, chase them with some fucking crown, now I'm buck
Buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, fuck 'em down
Down to the ground, chase them with some fucking crown, now I'm buck
Buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine
I'm noticin' the mine
Step on up, fuck 'em down
Down to the ground, chase them with some fucking crown, now I'm buck
Buck as fuck, bloody pistol in my hand
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine
I'm noticin' the mine

[Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin'
Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood up pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a bitch in thе cut
Who stay with my dick in her guts, yeah
Wetto thе King of the Grey
Self park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, fuck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up and supported my family
Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer, uh
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh
None of this shit even matter
None of this shit made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straitjacket my fashion
[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
Ruby da Motherfucker
Grim reapin', I'm undercover
Soul seekin', I found another bitch
Who's thinkin', that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin', blunt is cashed
Let's keep 'em comin'
Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out, just because I upped the glow
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbin' through our dough
All this fame is such a curse
Sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me, raise the fuckin' dead
Next time I'm on stage at a show

[Chorus: Anthony Mars, Norman Atomic,
Eazy-E & DJ Zirk]
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Pimp, mack daddy, lookin' for the dollar
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Pimp, mack daddy, lookin' for the dollar
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Gotta' get some fuckin' ends
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like, I'm doin' time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God, all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like, I'm doin' time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God, all the time, yeah