Bad motherfucker with a bad attitude
Flow like trash in a pool
Never would I do what you ask me to do
Cause you do what you want when you got nothing to prove
And when you got nothing to lose
You would do what it takes just to get money for food
Thats how I used to feel, thats way too real
Almost gives me chills
Back to the motherfucking plan at hand
Gun to my server act hard, get banned
Look how many rappers are holy like sand
Castle on the hill with the place I stand
Throne made of gold, silk gloves on my hands
I dont touch peasants and I dont do grams
No more loss for your pussy its true
I done broke my back just to get it how I do
TV static, blunt wrap addict
Coming, boutta cut your throat, while Im at it
We make classics, SESH make racket
I can hear when you rap, you aint got passion
Bitch, get out my way 
Bitch, get out my face 
You dont wanna talk about it
You just wanna fuck about it
Got a grave you can lay 
Going back to the old me
Some call me the OG, I just tell em “Oh, please”
This is just what I got to do to keep sane
This is what I got to do for my brain
Flowings what I gotta do to maintain
Fuck what they claim, fuck what they say
Imma bring it back to the grave, bang