Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker I don't give a flying When you look at me, what do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you will always

A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved So why the fuck are you looking at me? Ya-a-a-a-ao We take medication to be someone else And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder

Blood on the bricks Don't look back 'cause I got your six Won't go down, never gonna quit Don't turn back 'cause I got your six They'll never take me alive I got your six I'm a fucking soldier

We’re fucking infamous I don’t care what you have to say, it makes no difference It’s all because of you, we’re fucking infamous Then call me a faggot, stand up, now who looks more threatening? I never asked to be model citizen for your decor Even if you

Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be. Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be. Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried, Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. So I see

Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Though many have come There will never be another one Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life Looking back at yo' life Who the fuck is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Won't be worth for damn if you ain't living it right All we know is stripes, learned to die for

She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough