[Verse]
You hate ya' life, and all them people made you rush up
Waste it all, by jerkin' off, and always gettin' fucked up
And it's gone, can't get it back, you got the tough luck
So if they piss you off, you tell them pussies shut the fuck up
If you do not wanna listen, then don't spend another second
I don't give a shit, cause time is simply just a weapon
If you can't enjoy it, then your time is being threatened
'Cause in the end there's always death that's left to step in
Check-in, what's that little set you always reppin'?
Talkin' 'bout ya' tools, you always walkin' wit' the F-N
I'm bettin', when you grip the pistol you be sweatin'
Actin' like a fool, you stop the act past it's set in
My head is bangin', think I need to pop an Advil
Or a scrip of Xanax with the bottle for the fast kill
But if I die then I can't leave no fuckin' cash still
Maybe I could run away and duck in Asheville
A thousand bodies, spiral-droppin' in unison
And all you seem to do is stare just like a hooligan
Now where the fuck, do y'all dummies be gettin' schoolin' in?
Praisin' on the devil, fuckas' acting like they cool wit' him
You trynna sell ya' soul, for the riches and the money
For some fame, for some game, and for some bitches to get lucky
But he already got it, now you rappers lookin' funny
And now you know that fuckin' devil ain't ya' buddy
First pussy boy that wanna talk better run up
Tried be more peaceful, and I put the fuckin' gun up
Now everybody and they bitches wanna jump up
So if you really want it, kill the fucks, and leave 'em strung up
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