Listen.
Say you got nothing to live for my mind
Says you will regret ever saying that
I can bet
You will take it back in a sec
Or a minute guess we’ll see
The Truth will never Be told
The truth is written in bold
Lettering TNT I explode
Imma Take the lead like diode
Imma pay respect that I owe
R I P lil peep, X and Mac
B I G, Fredo, and tupac
AC DC M J SHAQ as you can see theres no one I lack
But my self on the 11th spot
And imma put russ down in the last

Aye I dont wanna flex
Fifty dollars on my neck
Fifty cents all on my wrist
All I wear fake you ain't gotta check
Why? Cause I can and I dont get checks
Money in my bank is like me having (GANG)
Slim to none and it lasts for a minute
Can’t really stop when I’ve first gotten in it
Uh bitch im broke dont you get it?
Ya you ain't woke you on reddit
Huh? whip and nae nae yea I hit it
Baseball bat to the face leutanant
Captain jack and his henny
Contain lean cause of Lenny
He ain't even spend a penny
Chug it in a minute homie can he?
Homie know me from my old tracks
I dont I won’t ever go back to that
I can understand that you like "im mad"
But you gotta admit that shit is really bad (aye)
Hard hitting call me Chris brown
But I ain't ever felt this up
I see that you feel a lil down
So imma bring you up to the top
This song is a god damn bop
Have no trouble with the god damn cops
Homie run around and he ruin shops
HM CARLINGS yea thats what he do
Tryna freestyle and he sound B.Lou
When you freestyle man you gotta be you
Listen to my words homie this be the truth
Like triple x imma reach the youth
[Chorus]
Who's talking down on my name
Who's talking smack bout' gain
Who's gawkin' on my side
Stop the talkin', stop it all
Who's talking down on my name
Who's talking smack bout' gain
Who's gawkin' on my side
Stop the talkin', stop it all

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Who's talking down on my name
Who's talking smack bout' gain
Who's gawkin' on my side
Stop the talkin', stop it all