Born to kill, eyes on the hills Pain is filled, burn down in hell Who wants the work, pussy boy you boutta learn Came out the wound to give what's deserved Eyes on the money get my bitch to count it for me Body bags up in the lobby, and a backpack with a tommy uh Couple homies, and yo bitch is actin naughty Mobbin' is my hobby, I ain't talking no Bugatti's bitch Steady killin' shit and we don't need no reason bitch Always dropping bangers and we do this for the fuck of it Y'all trash, need to lay off the xans Thumbin' through the bands and I don't even need a trap Goddamn All these bitches never learn they lesson All they talk about is they drug addictions and fake depression Just so you can hear they voice But it'll never be enough shit to fill they void Don't you feel annoyed? Bet they lackin' on the Inside, all alone Always stoned 'cause they afraid of life It's all wrong if you here, just to wait to die Disowned in my eyes if you ain't finna try Yeah UAV runnin' through the mothafuckin' scene Bring the fire thru the valley, see smoke off the trees You feel the heat now Don't change your mood when we bring this bitch down Leave who ain't widdit, need to thin the herd now And nigga if you ain't with it, you can't hit the curb now Insomniac for real, but had to put the syrup down I left her on her heels, say she like how I turned out Would say the feeling mutual, but emotions burned out Why would I flex for you, don't need to Internet boost It's Hustle God the only, ain't no Internet clone I know you getting money, but did you get it on your own See he only talking shit to try to get you out ya zone See bitch I'm from the mud, that's why I'm greedy as a pig They judge you, if you don't make it Then be the fakest if you did That's why I only rock with who I been with since a kid These niggas just like these bitches, I can't fuck with 'em for shit