Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

Cuz they are the ones that you fear most All this and you trade it in for nothing The time has finally come you get a mouth full You only act on greed and by your actions this is proof And can't you see the flowers dying all around you Got your hands in

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the club Hot boys on my dick in the club Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy) Baddest white bitch in the game I could make Future

Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas Use that second chance to make a better plan Be a better man or it's whatever, man Man, I swear that I got one up on these niggas Yeah, my dawg go on and light that blunt up for my nigga It's whatever, man

To make you feel my love When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer a warm embrace When evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years I

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

This is the final calling, feeding us apathy Bow down and serve your master - the new machine Refuse to kneel Wallowing and choking on this force fed sanity Back from the dead, this is the final calling Hands grip the throat of the system Against the

Taking my time, let the world turn I'm gonna do it my way, it'll be alright If we burn it down and it takes all night Born in a hurry, always late Haven't been early since '88 Texas is hot, I can be cold Grandma cried when I pierced my nose Good in a

Ghost of perdition Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Stuck in her chest A warning no one read