[Verse 1] I hope you p**y mother f**ers die Wish d**h upon they soul until they burning in a fire Illest motherf**er breathing, f** your rhyme or your reason f**ing over your issues is k**ing a whole n***as season I made my way, way, I found my road, road Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho, eghck You ain’t ever have sh** local n***a Woo, how the f** I own you local n***as I’m a global n***a, sean’s allizay shopper Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers Here was you when I was bleeding Disappointed and battling my demons Just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don’t know me Euro designer palace, f** my b**h on my Sony And I feel… sponsored links [Hook: Andrea Martin] And I feel like they want to take my life Be Careful what you say, be careful what you do Tell them what they want to hear, but staying from the truth And I feel like they want to take my life [Verse 2] It ain’t enough that I struggle through my career Less appreciated than when I was part of a pair Pushed an envelope of truth like I was there Depiction and the depth was the proff that I was there It’s no question in my origins Photo album full of Polaroid’s they’re still pointing in Couple million records sold, they say I’m still poisoning Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in Brick by brick n***a, all you add is water in We ain’t got to touch hands n***a, put your order in I just want to float through clouds with red seams on my towel No overly gaudy sh**, just diamonds on the dials Woo, and I’m still buying mo’ guns Mo’ money, mo’ murder n***a, choose one [Hook]