I pop so much god damn meds I don't even know what's happening
I got your car payment in cloth, whatever I'm selling I'm taxing
You think your so tough and bosses up lil boy better get to steppin
You smokin on roaches calling them fat while I'm narced out relaxing
Yeah get your fake lyin ass faggot self and f**k up out my car
I had so many f**n fake friends I hardly know who they are
No I'm not rich but I could off you with a bag
They're never far
Stop thinkin your up here right with me go scalp to scalp
I'd stomp your yard
F**n clown you ain't no star
You f**n goof your shit ain't hard
You dumb bozo your no rock star
Turn that shit off it wont go far
Fist fight, I'm throwin uppercuts if you gon steal my bar
I'm breakin ankles with this rap shit, your arms and legs I charge
I pop so much god damn meds I don't even know what's happening
I got your car payment in cloth, whatever I'm selling I'm taxing
You think your so tough and bosses up lil boy better get to steppin
You smokin on roaches calling them fat while I'm narced out relaxing
You smokin that pack knowing god damn well that packs god damn god awful
I'm breakin these narcs straight down the line of seein God tomorrow
You buggin if you think that were friends I keep the smallest circle
Come test your luck my circles small but not as small as gun smoke
(Damn, I f**d up)
I meant to say gun powder
All my clothes are 300 or more from online orders
You think you get higher than me, lets race that's captains orders
I think its time you retire this shit makes you look older
I pop so much god damn meds I don't even know what's happening
I got your car payment in cloth, whatever I'm selling I'm taxing
You think your so tough and bosses up lil boy better get to steppin
You smokin on roaches calling them fat while I'm narced out relaxing
