[Hook/Chorus]
I’m willing to die for this s--t
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this s--t
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this s--t
And if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this s--t
Don’t know how much I cry for this s--t
Said I am willing to ride for this s--t
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and s--t
N----s say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and s--t
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this s--t

[Verse]
B---h I’m a savage I spit at you bast-rds, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
N---a, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthing
I might just hit up the (Smith’s), throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these n----s buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these m-----------s running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailing, and if you look up in the sky

Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya b---h
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon salt, seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
N---a, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a f-----g Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break

If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her diamond to a penny, but she know I got a lot of s--t to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you n----s all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a canine
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the (beat’s) hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive

You just a cold in a room full of germs
N---a, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the f--k happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the f--k happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
N---a what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the f--k where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new s--t

I’m sick of these new n----s out, I’m that new n---a now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 n----s wanna war, 10 n----s on the floor, 11 n----s on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 b-----s wanna f--k, 10 n----s wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna f--k with us

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m willing to die for this s--t
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this s--t
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this s--t
S--t, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this s--t
Don’t know how much I cry for this s--t
Said I am willing to die for this s--t
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and s--t
N----s say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and s--t
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this s--t

Joyner, wooh!