My brain is foggy ain’t no motherfucker gonna stop me I go undercover I feel like everybody hate me I’d rather it being that I don’t show no love I’m way to empty I’m a motherfucking curse ready to burst get out my way I don’t stop for nobody before that I’ll catch a body and hit you with the Tommy who has my back I wonder who got me on the beat getting so cocky it’s kill joy I’m I’ll boy ima make some fucking noise fuck what they say it’s your choice pouring blood on the track making music in the back I’m just speaking facts calm down and relax and count the cash and turn them motherfuckers to ash in a daze walking in a lonely path then I go back home to takeout the trash nothing special just a ordinary day on the map I get the blade now there’s blood on the mat just that low motherfucker in the back and that’s where I stay grinding till I decay