Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
I gotta eat, I gotta eat, bitch every night I feast
I press this ink into my skin just to feel some release
Or some relief, I can't tell which I really want to think
If I'ma die then I will find my own demise and dip
I ride my bike to live my life, I drop the clutch and rip
Fill it up with 91 I'm pushin' 96
Fuck a lane switch, bitch, you know I lane split
I hear a voice, I make my choices and I take my risks
I do my drugs, I drink my liquor, just get my fix
Cause I get mad as fuck just dealing with the ignorance
Of empty heads, of empty life, of empty fucking bliss
I know some stupid bitches really wanna hate on me
But when I see 'em they don't have a thing to say to me
You see that lane you in is really fuckin' lame to me
I'm tryna teach, I steady practice what the fuck I preach, bitch
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me-me
Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me-me-me
