[Verse]
Fed up with everything I'm cynical than I ever been I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin up at a king
Alluding to leveling a leader livin a better dream
Kinda like the brotha on the side of Coretta King!
But the people they made me a monsta
I need a getaway and may need some Contra
Band in my hand I'm goin crazy and bonkas
Like I'm rich and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good n***a they wanna take what you givin and leave you out in the river without a particular bout
I give you doubt if you is a
Fallacy giver and nothin but a salary digga!
Imma relay the message you're gonna decay
If karma displays a d**hbed you wanna delay the drama today that tech said he gonna repay
The one in the way I check it wit a Llama ta spray!
When I spit it, n***as, quit it, cause I come wit it, big digits, got em livid, when I quick flip it
They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic not a pity party but I'm fed up with the hatred and how they wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces
Not even knowing we sick and mental cases I open up they mouth wit a fully and dental they sh**!
[Chorus]
I am (what!) fresh out of f**s!
I am (what!) fresh out of f**s!