Fuck what you have to say ill get it by my lonely homie Lately ive been living like fuck it Talk to so many girls but i cant trust shit Born in the gutter i came from the dirt iam the mower to fuck up your turf rolling a blunt up and puffing the herb dawg just shut up and fuck what you heard i aint have food i could stock in the cubberts i used to have to eat the roman for supper your favorite rappers wack and hes probably a sucker ill send a few shots and have you mopping the blood up Yeah I got a sick mind erupt im one of a kind stuck holding a nine up in my head im a savage when im off my meds brain dead whats going on cause im cancerous smoking that cannabis its dangerous i demand respect so what do you have to give me with that pricey pay check You scammers cant even stop me yeah Pulling up like the mafia killing shit let it go to your head talking shit bitch are you the feds chilling cooling with a blunt in my had i came from the gutter and made it to the surface the pussy be talking you know he be lurking The competition im ripping got em stuck in submission your mind blown take a second but the clock is ticking i got a glock but the fucking magazine is missing acp with your name writtin all over them never back down from no man im the realest on my team the M.V.P the haters envie me no excuse but to bust it fake motherfuckers i cant trust shit sending shots have you dancing like a little bitch you cant fuck with lon3jay the shit that im spitting put your bitch into submission and after that ill have her coming right back eat the pussy like a snack hold my glasses im gonna snap huh Fuck what you have to say ill get it by my lonely homie Lately ive been living like fuck it Talk to so many girls but i cant trust shit