Mother fucker I'm, ready to die like biggie

Only doing features if it worth fifty

Fifty grand, fifty bands handed with a filthy hand

Darting off in the sprinter van bitches calling me a pretty man

Diggy damn in the black street, pack heat

I'm tha sticks bumping Mobb Deep

Mother fuckers still wanna try me

Ballin' wit my man's like adoni

Hate you bitches, but you can still put it on me

I've had it with the blasphemy, so much shit I'd rather be

Doing

Had it all just to go through the fucking ruins

Who the fuck you booing where the fuck you gonna be in 5 years

Wiping tears with a kid up on your hip end up being a piece a shit jus like your fuckin' parents

You so blind you can even see that shits apparent

Place them mothafucking bullets like a money order

Going door to door, loaded foreign swords causing more than war

Leave yo fuckin' face up on the floor

Me against the world death around the corner

Bet yo bitch'll let me fuck jus for a quarter

Dollar cream heavy in this game with a misdemean

Gimmie quarter back Watson, smoking, jammin' MJ

Fuck this bullshit I'm out this place

Fuck her to my newest single

I got my dawgs a call em Beagals

Smoking on illegal came in on a segul

Best day ever I was fucking born

Zero five is the album name

She a whore, she gon suck swallow whole 9 yards

Outta lodeabar, shove my shoulder far

All I fucking rhyme is hard like I'm Tay K

Like I said I'm out of fucks screaming may day

Boutta take a vacay to yo bitch house Sunday

Kings of the mass appeal

Fucked up all my life how the fuck you think i feel

Selling weed jus to pay my bills

Who the fuck said I wasn't spittin' real

Use you as a human shield motherfucker

In the trenches, fucking bitches with the shit

You missing with your disses you messing with tradition pouring up a fifth and smokin' up an 8th

Rocking all gold call me doctor fate

The motherfucking anti hero ready and I'm back to play

Something like the mister Wayne sorry for the wait

Yeah my bitch is bad wit a normal rack

What a subtle brag grabbin' shovel fast, dig yo ass a grave sit in that

Lemme tell you a FINEST fact

I don't give a fuck

What a lil kid wit some shitty luck

Tell yo ass to duck but carmine duck hunt

Wit a shot gun 5 shells pump fulla for fun

I know you waiting on me to be done

You betta ya go run I'm killin' shit like Rick Rubin son

Making moves like the moon and sun i got the loot stunt

Bitch