Who are you to say I am the one who is at the bottom, You have been forgotten, You just sound common, What im not doing now is stoppin. Dispatch nine one one, Party going down next door, Cops put me on the floor, But you all know the score, He just gon run because he sint got shit to lose, Run out front door bck door bitch its puck and choose, All you do is pick and lose, And bitch there is some good news, Walked away from all that shit, Your hats and shoes be counterfeit, Fucking fraud what you trying to commit, Heres some thoughts I wanna transmit, Done with that is what I am, Done with all of this useless bullshit, Who are you? a fucking crackhead. You be getting shitfaced, Done with this I am not misplaced, Like you Verse two, This be heard through the whole universe me and you, LSD smoking tree, Not what im about, With a life worth living you are with out, Trust your doubts, May be a few obstacles, Or a few police constables, You only make pocketfuls, to be fair so do I, When your song comes on they hit you with a cheeky sigh, Your girl hit you with the sneaky goodbye, I may not know the formula in math, But bitch im headed on the right path, Get in the fucking trash, Your career just gonna crash, Some thoughts I gotta transmit. Done with this, X3 Done with you, X3 Just dont, I am done with you, No more more vodka and absinthe too, Fuck off you B Tec Winnie the Pooh, What the fuck you gunna do, Done with this and done with you.