You don't, you don't wanna be in fourth place, man Yeah Roaring fire with the bear skin rug She said, "Don't pretend we back in love, I'm just tryna get thugged" Your job trying not to look smug Four names, two aliases and all of 'em is mud Album dropped with a thud Awkward silence, like when the grenade a dud A bum, what you callin', old dawg? Comin' by my mama house, asking after me for what? (For what?) Sleeping dogs, you either buryin' or diggin' 'em up (for what?) Either way, it's reckless My record clean, your path check it I shoot you in the street, be home for breakfast Yes, it's sick, but banalities might as well be death threats Let it sit, there's the threat of sepsis Kept smi-, kept smiling like a clown Facial expression looking silly Kept asking me how he got away with all them dealings I replied I been goin' through this same things that he had But that was a lie, I could see he doing bad Second place is steak knives, he said, "What you say?" (What?) I said, "Nah, it's just a line" It's just a line, it's just a line Anyway, man, turn off over here, man (Yeah, you know) Just a little bit up here