Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Hair in my face 
Cant see a thing 
Fuck where you at, bitch
Fuck where you came
Young Bones still the same 
Blade on my waist 
The day I go and change is when they slide me on the tray
And they slowly push me into flames
Now freeze the frame
Skin melting off my face
Charbroil on my teeth 
We all get fucked in the end, thats real 
We all get burnt by the fire of the kiln 
Its popular to talk about popping without a deal
I am guilty but I also speak the truth when I wail
Never distribute music but Im still paid like I sold
1 mil first week, what is life at this point?
Ready to go and you know this
I dont need no piece with no holster
I dont need to bang when I pull it
All I need is words and your focus
But if I cant get that
I will turn right back
To the graveyard god
And take you to just where I be at
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Motherfuck talking bitch
What the fuck you want from me?
Okay, I am nothing valuable and neither are you
The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon
If we died by noon
Okay I am nothing valuable and neither are you
The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon
If we died by noon
Died by noon
Died by noon