Rather be with you and all your bullshit I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit Rather be with you and all your bull All those silly issues made up in your head You (Yeah babe) Know you got problems You got a lot of problems

Disintegrate Annihilate me A sickness with no remedy, except the ones inside of me I’d take a leap of faith, but I’d lose my nerve In the end, I’ll get the hell that I deserve I’m always gone with the wind Crawling in and out of my mind God knows, I lost

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

Tote a pole, tote a pole, tote a pole 1400, bitch, you know I tote a pole With 6ix9ine, bitch, you know we tote them poles You talk down, we gon' let that shit go Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow Got the scope, got the scope, got the scope .223's

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Ah uh, ooh, ah uh Oh give me that, give me that, give me that I'm riding like a nympho Tonight I'm with all that 300 for to my squad, promise I give you all I got Bitch fall back I hit your spot, he don't do that for you I know She got a thing for

You live too fast The epidemic from a crystal life Puts you in super overdrive The methademic that is so hard to hide Insanely staring with white eyes Hallucinating in a chemical hell Ain't my idea of having fun Synthetic overload, you're under it's

Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell them what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be off that coke That shit is pointless I'm the nigga with the hair Go tell your friends about it They told me not to fall in love, that shit is

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D