Ma fucker, I fucking kill tracks
I mean look inside of my eyes you see the real cracks
And this is competition “no you not my real mans”
Yeah, I got no time for no bitch
That shit be wasting my time
I just want the mother fucking money (ha, ha, ha)
That’s the only thing that’s on my mind
The spikes on the records
Despite how you feel
All the money is just for the thrill
And lets be real
Who really give a fuck bout how you feel?
And the beauty on the inside
Is not revealed
So what’s the deal?
I need to know
What is the escapе and what is the differencе from leaving
This place, yeah
You choose the path of fucking death
Holding your damn breath
Stupid motherfucker
Tryna put me to the test
No one really gave a fuck
All the rage is coming
Ama start a fucking drought
Counting up all of the amount
Turn my mother fucking amp up!
This shit too crammed up
Ima have to take them out
I’m ready for response
Don't need to bs
Give Ima give em time to reminisce
Ima show them who they is
They gon act like little kids
Cruel world that we in
Got the regrets
Wasting money on bets
Wanting them private jets
Bitches be acting like pets
All of you are pest
You ain’t better than the rest
Fucking drikno$ bitch
Tired of being stepped on
Not understood
Evil looking motherfucker
When I wear this hood
They don’t even know shit
They don’t know whats good
This is fucking war
Ima fucking kill them all
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
(Ima fucking)
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
Kill these tracks
(Ima fucking)
Kill these tracks!