Sometimes I be wanting to say "f**k the world!"

I don't give a f**k!

Shoot it out with all you bitches

Bitches don't love me

Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga

Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga

Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini



Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15

Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned

Restricted license but I'm so divisive

I know the snipers and I flow the nicest

Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot

A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots

The bank account done caught the holy ghost

I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost

Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks

Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift

I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas

That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers

Suicide, or rather crucified

I prophesize your whole crew demise

Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga

Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga



Huh! Huh!

These niggas don't believe in God

From this very moment, you should believe in God