[Verse 1]
Six feet deep, I've been under the water
Go and tell your top five I'm goin' harder
The one thing that I would never fuck with is karma
If it's war, I got a trunk full of armor
I'm the illest, I feel like I might kill 'em in any minute
So I'm spittin' out venom at anyone who wanna get it
Definition of realism, If I say it then I live it
Man, I've been in the system since I was little sippin' guinness
I'm a certified rockstar, I'm authentic
R.I.P. John Lennon, he gave me guitar lessons
I'm in Greece eating bak-la-va all winter
In the streets with the Ras-tas, who want get it
I don't get blinded by the fame and the money
In 2019 I'll be the face of my country
So hate if you a hater, but the hatin' disgustin'
I'm lookin' down on 'em like "Ey, little buddy"
Self-made, I'm trynna change for the better
Y'all too busy worried 'bout a name on your sweater
Boy, I came with my gang and we sprayin' berettas
Y'all aim for the legs, and we aim for the neck-up
You verse us, ain't a good idea
I see you got your style at the hood IKEA
If you're lookin' for the truth you can look right here
Cause we the shit now, we ain't about to go nowhere
When it's beef then my team on the front line
And they willin' and ready to squeeze when it's crunch time
Where I'm from you get punched over punchlines
I fall asleep to the sound of the gunfire
Raise a toast, the occasion is special
Suit and tie on, but I came from the ghetto
Hear the kick, then the snare, then the bass, then the treble
I used to smoke weed, now I blaze instrumentals
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve


[Verse 2]
Please name a rapper that actually want beef
Boy, I'm a pitbull and y'all just Maltese
So watch what you say cause I'm on a small leash
I'ma pull it out and shoot, I got it in arms reach
Catch a shot to the chest, I'm stoppin' your heart beat
Man, this shit to you a hobby, I'm at it like all week
I'm way bigger than you, go get in my car seat
Man, my price too high and all of your talk cheap
I'm an asshole and they tell me life a gamble
I bet it all with my cash low
Bitch, I've been in this game since Hasbro
I'm on fire taking shots of tabasco
I ain't never gonna give up, from get it I get you lit up
While you're lyin', we gorillas, you lookin' like little Simbas
I'm doing ab crunches and cardio with my chin ups
I've been eating these rappers and dippin' that shit in ketchup
Y'all goofs and the proofs in the put in
This shit's so hard, I'm in the booth with the Woody
I said it then I met it then these dudes couldn't stood it
All my crews wearing camos from the shoes to the hoodie
But it's risk too much too much to lose it all over nothin'
Went from fisticuffs, now I'm not with the fuck shit
They tough online but it's not that in public
It's Stompdown Killaz and it's not for discussion
So I sit back chillin' tryna analyze life
For the life of my team I would sacrifice mine
Real shit, I got 'em lookin' at me funny
Cause I did it for my family and it wasn't for the money
So I push it to the limit, I can feel it in my stomach
I don't do it cause I can
Man, I do it cause I love it
I'm going out with a bang now
Fuck it, I'm worried 'bout the culture
You worried bout money
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve