Program

[Verse]
(Uh) I'on got time for these fuckers
Another one of stupid drained fans, ya run up
Not the time or place for these fuckers to get a one-up
In a bad mood, I got the time, bitch, what's up?
Shut the fuck up, you and ya cronies do not know me
I roll through eighths every day and program by my lonely
Thirteen roadies, all you bitches is hella phony
Keep the family away from you motherfuckers, unholy
And for them Southside shakers, know that I'm breakin' 'em
So wishy-washy, it's ridiculous, I can't with, bruh
Now that I seen this shit, I'm erasin' 'em
Can't move by lil' rock boulders, I fuckin' hate it, cuh

[Outro]
Ew-eh