lyrics: im startin to think is this shit even fun anymore its hard to breathe should of left them pills at the door they controllin me fuck it rollin weed cant disturb my peace nigga im holdin this bih yall really some hos in this bih yall gay nigga so on dick im all paid and these nigga cant get rich send him over there he gon hit this bih like its none of yo business i told that bih no kissin i tote that bih no witness and i got it for u like Christmas who the fuck you talkin to yea bih better split it what the fuck u tryna do yea bih keep on spittin why the fuck they try to end the beef we gon keep on spinnin why the fuck they walk up to me nigga yea we gon split him we gon Lynch him lost ya brother yea thats so sad put a gun in his hand yea he gon blow that you be part of the clan yea u wont blow back talkin so tough he got hit wit a pro mag he really tryna find out where the hos at nigga said he gon beat it up but thats so cap damn imma go relapse pull up solo he dead pull up solo no defense that really the reason i be wit my team bih all his guns be beamless pull that bih and shut up who that nigga yea what up dont think u can be on this block dont think u gonna live long yea this be my chill song sippin this red im so gone im so alone pull that bih and then u so wrong pull that bih and u gon go home to hell where u belong bro nigga imma be gone like a ghost tho wont catch me in any photos