Yeah my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
They just go about their business never leave a witness
Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
S**t is ridiculous
I'm so appalled this is no one's fault
But everybody's responsible
They all s**tted on the kid when he had a little dream
But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
You dudes is comical
Ayy yeah
Ayy ayy yeah
Get that mother****er
Yeah
Yeah
My brother told me Go easy on those guys
Guys
They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise
See the kiddo rise
Beatrix I'm gaugin' out they eyes
Eyes
Every time these verses are reprised
Yeah
Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue
To how they died
Died died
Think about it
You ain't really mad at me you *******mad at yourself
That s**t is bad for your health
But ****it
****it go and drag 'em to Hell
You a selfish mother****er only pass to yourself
Only pass to yourself
Maybe I should tone it down a little
Ask for some help
I should ask for some help
But there's two types of people in this world
Yeah
Those who gotta ask
Ask
And those who make it happen themselves
And I refuse to be a *****like you I'm not a bit like you
I've been stabbed in the back so many times
That it slipped right through
Life's a *****but every dog has his day
Yeah
Wait until that *****bite you
Yeah my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
'Cause they be low as ****try me come and test your luck
I be tryna chill but the problems always level up
Feel like Meadow's dad venting to a memo pad
When it ends does it really all cut to black
'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack
Slack
I've been to Hell and back
Back
Already walking dead
Dead
Feel like a mother****in' zombie
So much *****I'm denying *******
They get with us then they lyin' with us
Big stone wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties *****
Gutter grimey like a nineties *****
Doggystyle the right position
Kiss the girls make 'em cry
Tellin' more lies than a politician
Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
Burn the s**t down if the *****win it
Only sold my soul 'cause I tried to flip it huh
The *****mine use my tongue to write initial huh
I take your flow diss you with it I ain't ****in' with it
Say Mista mista please give me some of that I need a fixin'
We get high as ****then we fight and ****
It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister eye dilated
'Cause this 'cid is vicious got a queen kissin' on my s*x pistol
I'm in the Gucci Snoopy feelin' lucid death grippin'
Drunk drivin' smokin' left with it
Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
It's probably Mathers bipolar disorder man I might be manic
I battle myself for practice survival tactics I adapt it
Then I ask God to show my way but map He never handed
Satan's guestlist ****in' Rihanna in Bahamas top of my checklist
Turquoise settin' blood diamonds
Die for my necklace only child syndrome selfish
Trapped in my mind doin' a sentence
S**t somebody help him
Help him please help him help him
S**t somebody help him
Help him please
