Disc 25

[Intro]
(Hi, you must be Alan)

[Verse 1]
I'm so sick and tired of lies
I was tryna wonder why
All the real ones sacrifice
But the fakes gon’ survive

[Chorus]
Hm, now watch this
Gotta lay low, watch your friends, they be switchin'
Hardheaded nigga, mama talk, I don't listen
Knocked up on my skateboard hittin’ kickflips
Snitch niggas always talkin' loud ridin' RipStiks
Ain't Santa, we gon' drag you home on Christmas

[Verse 2]
He be talkin' shit [?] need to go, boy
We gon' put this AK barrel down his fuckin' throat, boy
Don’t you try to slide on us, we gon’ up the scope, boy
Money on Pillsbury dough, dough, dough, boy
Shit, my chain is ice, I'm so cold, makin’ snow, boy
You treat her like an angel, I treat her like a dog toy
Niggas love to talk, but they ain't makin' no noise
Nigga think he hot, but his girl be fakin' moans, boy
You up against a libra, I think you need to go, boy
This nigga lame as fuck, I’ma flame your zodiac, boy
This nigga smokin' fake runtz, he need to stop the cap, boy

[Chorus]
Hm, now watch this
Gotta lay low, watch your friends, they be switchin'
Hardheaded nigga, mama talk, I don't listen
Knocked up on my skateboard hittin' kickflips
Snitch niggas always talkin' loud ridin' RipStiks
Ain't Santa, we gon' drag you home on Christmas