Ya think ya the man I bet Ya think ya gunna be sick I'm iller them most and I think that I'm gunna be rich Double the dose quick with the flow Flicking my wrist as I pick up the note splitting my nose each time that I fill it with coke kicking back and I be counting down all the Billy's I smoke (420 420) Slipping from the grips of this slippery rope I need ya to know this I don't bleed I'm rogue but focused I live in the moment Living alone with Mary But It's more like I'm missing moment I'm here but I'm floating Never more clear I think I know where I'm going I don't fear when I'm knowing it appears that I've grown up As a demon with not trust And no fucks given A freak on the beat and there so much rhythm Still no fucks given But fuck that who cares if No one listens And No one pictures the things you go hard spiting So spit in their faces but no hard feelings, Yeah' no hard feelings It get it