Woah So rare, OmenXIII and Nedarb Yah, yah, yah, yaaaah Last night I heard gunshots, lives on the sidewalk Blood on the asphalt, crime in the backdrop Tears in the streets now, fear in the hood Would you really make a difference if you really could? I don't think you could, and I don't think you would I think you just a bitch that just makes music for the looks You don't do it for yourself, you just do it for a check And you really wasting time 'cause you don't even get that What's a bitch? I ain't got one Guns? I ain't got none Blades? Yeah I got some Wine? Yeah I'm on one Every night I'm on something, Rossi with my demons Every night I'm tryna sleep 'cause every day is the weekend Bitch I got my own house, bitch I got my own clout Bitch I got my own shit, so what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? XIII do the most, OmenXIII doing shows All your music fucking whack but OmenXIII really on Bitch I'm young Ned, I doin' good, I'm feeling great Riding 'round LA and I feed my bitch steaks Got a freak hoe so I fuck her in the face She a "6 Kiss" shawty so you know she fucking based I don't got a lot of cash but you know that I get by I keep myself busy, I don't got no time to fight But I got some fucking time, for some motherfucking drugs Tried it all, you down to ride, shawty do you need a hug? Bitch I feel like Cold Hart, glo'd up all the time Check my pockets, I got nothing but nickels and dimes I threw cash up, bitch I'm finna spazz out Bitch I ride around town, smoking cig, I never fall Light this fucking shit, keep the head up, don't feel down Get the fuck up out my face, you acting like a clown Fuck around with me, bitch I'll make you fucking drown Fuck around with me, bitch I'll make you fucking drown