Back against the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, when me and $licky came to LA? (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' up-front at the Fat Nick's house Then the devil lifts the pillow when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) That's to no amount Tell this time to really count Whatever the fuck you said you hate is what the fuck I'm really about Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah) All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, I'll clock in 'n' out Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch, and a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) Fuck the rap industry, I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye) I'll be back, I really, really, really doubt Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay) Made a couple milli' world tour (yeah) Fuck it up Fuck a couple men Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like–) Ridin' four deep $moked out, loced out, $moked out, loced out (what?) Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop) So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay) I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded in the AK In the AK, AK Fuck yeah! (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) (All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake)