Lived it up, sucked it up

But your all stuck now, Aren't you f****d now

48 years old with two kids you don't know

48 years old got nothing to show

Mothers crying over children's graves

How many mothers wish that you were dead

Who the f*ck are you?

Your raw deal, yeah f*ck who you are

You're in your mother's car, your Pablo Escobar

Should have packed up, got out of my town

Didn't listen this is how it went down

Reap what I sow, cause I told yah I told yah

Your buggin out is it the crack that they sold yah

Left for the border a minute to late

And now your crying pushin guts with your cell mate

Who the f*ck are you

Do all you can to surround me

I'll still be pulling my weight

Let all your hatred surround me

And in the end it will lead to your fate

And it goesNowhere no how, see you when you get out

I'll live on

Won't forget about the rest of you

About who you were and who the f*ck you are

Might be the hardest cats on your block

But there are bigger blocks that will stop you at the top

Your sad existence will bother me no more

We're glad you're gone and through my actions we will all live on

I will live on

And I don't give two fucks about your reputation age

And instigation will only get your habits

Knocked right out the back of your skull