Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

Ay yo fuck why'all niggaz (Man fuck you too) It's big dog baby Gettin down like what See I'm a thorough bread I don't fuck wit much Bloodline is Where the pups at

Nah, I don't give a fuck Y'all can suck my dick I'm making pesetas while they're talking, talking shit Don't waste my time for this I'm making my dollars, dollars while they're tweeting tweets Nah I don't give a Wow, wow, great, great Rilès you're

Y'all need to give it up we don't give a fuck What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is, mine Yeah, yeah (ha ha ha ha) uh-huh, yeah yeah (Ha ha ha ha ha ha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) (Ha ha ha ha) Infamous two thousand

I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves You see there's leaders and there's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma

I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) This is anybody (Murderah) I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta