I will tear this whole fucking house down I'm bettin' you won't do shit Oh, really? Try me. Try me! Come on, try me! Fuck out my face! Try me, bitch! Then come on and try me! Get out my fuckin' face, move! What you gonna do?

Ayo blast that shit, Max Blast that shit back if you blastin' I've been kicked when I was down None of that shit matter now Everything will be okay Man, just stay up out my way Skit around ends with the bros and I'm kitted to the toes If I touch studio

What will it take? Don't hesitate (Don't do it) Girl let me demonstrate (Let me do it) Let me demonstrate on you Girl don't hesitate 'Cause I won't hesitate on you We on the westside of this eastside shit Tryna rock with me tonight? Girl I can see you're

They wanna see me fall And I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I want The young niggas

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,

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

Don't come down, things will always work out So when you find yourself in tears As a child I was foul Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out your mouth (Daddy's ain't shit!) You would fuss, cuss till your blood pressure was up Then give up

I will not change for shit, I got my name from this Screamin' out gang gang gang gang gang I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the

Batman, Batman, Batman We need to settle the scores Jokers they still want a war Why you look flyer than hell? Don't think the album will sell But this shit might fly off the shelf So fly that you mad at yourself You the one who got the juice City crying

I'll shit on you! I'll shit on you I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da I will shit on you I don't care who you are I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck