I ride or die for my mothafucking clique You bouta die, if you end up on my list Bouta slide like I just welded the diff All my haters mad Cause I copped another whip Lexus broke another neck Homicidal pussies won't do shit Now watch me flex Reaper on my neck Cost a couple months of rent Sick of being humble Let 'em hate and fuck the rest, yeah I know they praying on my downfall Nobody does it better Might as well call me Nate Dog Yea, I'm loaded up Bouta drop a fucking napalm When I'm rolling up Got the trunk thumping like King Kong All you rappers look and sound the same All you fucking lames like to stay in the same lane Get the fuck out my face Fallen with that bass knock Running when that k-pop Grinding till my brain rot Chop 'em up just like a crop It's a bad play Always bout some fucken shit So it's a bad day Gotta take some better notes And try to stay in lanes If you had half a brain To give a fuck about the patient things Many thoughts lead to suicide From my past Killing all the fucken rats It's a Columbine I'm looking in from the outside All to face facts But It's been a bad lie It's not about the shit you talk about It's what you say To be a part of all the games Just to waste away But you'll keep on fucken riding Until you have to pay And watching everybody step To see who saves the day Double dosing And it ain't up for discussion You gotta try find the whim All gon' rise and keep pushing And try to never pay a fine In the mind that is gushing The blood leaking from the scars From the people that cut 'em