You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour No, I’m drinkin’ this beer Now you

Evil people with evil minds Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their sinful cries Destroy their evil minds We should

I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I've gotta go, go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Walking on the pavement I chip my pride and my

Just beat it No one wants to be defeated It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Beat it Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it Showin' how funky strong is your fight So beat it, just beat it So beat it, but you wanna be bad They told him don't you ever

Fuck that, fuck that (fuck that) Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that shit Y'all want a single say fuck that (fuck that) What's going on today? (today) They think we're all the same (the same) And always we're to

But all my friends, they don't know what it's like, what it's like They don't understand why I can't sleep through the night Damn, I wish it, I wish it was that simple, ah All my friends they don't know what it's like, what it's like Feel like I'm always

Change in the air And they'll hide everywhere And no one knows who's in control Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand You're working so hard And you're never in charge

I’m getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain’t throwin' shade I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way I stay out the way Free all my dogs 'til they get out the cage I’m having my way Running through hundreds, a million a day They know not to

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage 'Hey mister' the bellman says 'I can only recall and spend some time I said.' So he replies 'Then how do you manage'? So he replies 'Then how do you manage' Just a dime store poet Keeping pace,