Cup is looking muddy when I pull up it ain't sunny
Mothafucka getting cut & then he put inside a cubby
Got that product by his face you wonder what his nose is runny
I aint do it for the fame bitch I just do it for the money
Dot up on his head I make him flip again
I put a couple bands up on his head & then I get it in
Serving up a fiend I tell him come again
He rot away in silence but that just is where the money is
Travel down the dirt path
Wireframe mode see the lies like it's autocad
Mercenaries been around the globe yea we never slack
All my operatives they coming off the rack
Travel down forbidden roads
I think that I'm invincible
I fit inside an empty mold of empty souls
My life a walking anecdote
I'm sparking blunts they laced with hydrochloric acid
Pants are sagging while I balance on a burning tightrope
Playing rock, paper scissors with myself
And I know I never came from the wealth
But im fidna make bigger without ya help
Without the belt
The faces melt
It's not a drill
I swear the war was never even ever fucking won
But these artists keep taking all the fun
Then keep it for themselves and they keep just to shun
Dabble everything its anything if you thinking anyone is fidna bring
Coast to coast
Snakes only grow if the grass afloat