Yeah, they wanna see me dead
But they can't get me off my grind
I'm immortal through my music
So you're damned to loose the fight
Motherfuckers out here hatin'
While they doin' nine to five
Bitch, at least I lived my life
Before I'm gonna fuckin' die
Yeah, I'm always in go mode
Flow still ridin' solo
Yeah, I don't need no hoes
Too drunk, movin' slow-mo
Black sheep in the whip, pullin' up on a snitch
Always talked that shit, now you see me get big
Lone wolf all them pussies on my list
You ain't been a day one, you can suck my dick
Wanna sell your soul
You think that it'll make you loose your sorrows
Pullin' out my blade
And turn your chest into a bar code
Gimme type beats
I'ma turn them into fuckin' war zones
Leave them corpses on the field
There ain't no fuckin' draw hoe
Tr-tryna get big while I'm livin' in Hell
Doin' it for the fam not for myself
Shoutout to chain, had my back I can tell
Brightened me up, when I fucked up my health
Tr-tryna get big while I'm livin' in Hell
Doin' it for the fam not for myself
Shoutout to chain, had my back I can tell
Brightened me up, when I fucked up my health
♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang we rankin' Otomi, I'll burn my endeavors
Before it's too late shit, fangs the serpent unfoldin'
Don't cross pass the tunnels, we leavin' you shapeless
Go mystic stage eradicate
Gone feel the cold retaliate
Sippin' my vices can't navigate
I'm whippin' in somethin' can't fabricate
Been too fucked up I come rise again
And disappear just blink
Black sheep council laws prerogative
Just smokin' laced to the brink
Love the burn of gin the burdenin'
Feel the rage and you'll sink
Through your collagen
My third eye final formin' into ink
Juug we take shit anonymous
Okay, okay
Burnin' it down the feelin' so marvelous
Okay, okay
Came for the crown I'm leavin' designer wrist
Away, away
Slip when you down too voided and bottomless
No way, no way
Always just a Riot
Where we walkin', yeah, they know
Off the molly
Yeah, we sheepin' been the diet on the road
17s with magazines
We pull it silent where they go
17s with magazines
We pull it silent where they go (drop, drop, holy shit)