[Intro]
Aye, look, this my sixth time recording this
But, you know, me and six— Good number, right?
Uh, okay
Uh, I wanna spit, I'ma do it
I need a cigarette

[Verse]
I just poured an eighth in the whiskey, huh
I'm tryna die tonight, this my fifth week, huh
Hustle in my name but I ain't Nipsey, huh
Come try to stop me, you little pipsqueak, huh
I will end your life on any day of the week
The only reason n***as scream 'cause Anti-Global elite
You on a killstreak? I end it when your soul obsolete
I'll leave you begging on your knees with my dick in your teeth
I will rot for days, while I mosh in a grave
Silly bitch giving slop, hitting NOS at a rave
Pulling all on her hair like I'm pulling up shades
Bricks in saran wrap look like Lunchables, aye
Dumb people, all of y'all some fucking idiots, B
Don't even care about your locals, they be hideous, G
Can't even bump a fucking song without comparing to me
Fuck am I saying? Delirious to compare you to me
I fucked God in the mouth with my dark ass dick
Made him gag 'til he resurrected Jesus again
Mary jealous, I guess I'm hitting her pelvic and shit
Buddha hit the crack twice, smeth pipe on my lips, shit
[Outro]
Ayy, I do that [?] (I'm off the mania)
I was [?] SoundCloud n***as listening to this shit (I need to open the window, it's hot as [?])
I'll upload this right now and I'll keep this part in it (Mhm, ayy)
So you hear this part and shit because [?]
Sooner or later [?] (I'ma just keep talking at the end of this song)
Bro, bro, I'ma do a seminar and shit, look
Honestly, but— Really, there's nothing [?]
Not even streetwear, barely streetwear, pop-up shops
Wish I was never a part of being a human being
I would rather be some shit like a ladybug where life is simple
Life's not that simple for us
Well, I mean, I guess it is