But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things, man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

Lump 'em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough 'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit Done

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money on my mind,

Yeah y'all gone miss me Fades in y'all gone miss me Harmonizing never miss what you had 'til it's gone Y'all gone miss me yeah y'all gone miss me Who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit Befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it Showed you

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Without a clue Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old shit just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Shot my drugs Drank my booze

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They