| Tripping off the body, I’m only judging myself |
| Looking at him with the shotty, you feel me I bet it’s felt |
| Murder upon my mind, ain’t leavin' till blood is spilled |
| Posted up in the blind, I’m going in for the kill, yeah |
| My family tree ain’t all family to me |
| When it come to eye to eye I promise we’ll never see |
| PvP, that means it’s only you and me |
| And I bet everything I got, I’ll have em put you on a tee |
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 now I’m free |
| Take your life right belong as you can, nasty bitch |
| My neck look cold but no colder than the nights |
| Slug juice survive me and bring me back to life |
| How you say you love me when you know it’s in spite? |
| Runway rhymes, time to catch another flight |
| Deadboy chain, living life in vain |
| Daniel Johnston, how I’m rocking, I’ma crash this plane |
| Young ass flow but your boy get known |
| That the morgue on the tray with my veins full of mold |
| Going going, sold the reaper to the highest bidder |
| Spent your salary on blunts, I’m sorry if I offend you |
| Livingston legend, 517 menace |
| If there’s cans in the water then I’m about to go fishing |
| Built these bands I’m a realer man |
| Put me against the realest, I’m the realer man |
| Yeah |
| And it’s always been like this |
| 7 years old, Elmo how you spit like this? |
| The same reason music blew up in the sky |
| The way the night will fall and sun will rise |
| And it’s always been like this |
| 7 years old, Elmo how you spit like this? |
| The fuck you think, dumbass? Simple |