| Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes | 
| Casket thrashing ‘til I die, these bitches know that | 
| It’s a ghost town, suicide | 
| The wind ain’t blowin', the leaves ain’t fallin' | 
| The trees ain’t growing, rivers ain’t flowing | 
| Blood overflowing, I know you know this | 
| Sippin' my potion, I’m a slug | 
| Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches | 
| Find me rappin' and husslin', selling the purp | 
| I’m with it, you want it? | 
| Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt | 
| That’s if you want it, I’m a criminal pimpin' | 
| The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers | 
| With the boys at the crib be off in the garden | 
| These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded | 
| I’m sick, though | 
| Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise | 
| One day you alive, then the next day you die | 
| Chillin' by myself I don’t need nobody | 
| Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body | 
| See me on the news but you don’t know nothin' about me | 
| We live in a society that’s full of fuckin' copies | 
| (And here is the hardest part) | 
| Put it to your head and pull the trigger | 
| Kill these motherfuckers, waiting patient for the flow to come | 
| It’s like I got some supernatural powers, I’m the chosen one | 
| These bitches want me dead, I’m bustin' back | 
| I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand | 
| I pick a hater, put a hole in one | 
| I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick | 
| Pussy perfect but she never got a compliment | 
| I’m too busy stacking twenties cause my money spent | 
| I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn’t pay my rent | 
| Young pussy, old pussy, come pussy go | 
| Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes | 
| They be triflin' like «Why you ain’t recycling for?» | 
| Shut the fuck up bitch, I’ll break my bottle right on the floor | 
| I’m smokin' dope, I’m getting throat | 
| This beat is wavy, I’m a boat | 
| Bitch I hope you never know the shit I do when I’m alone | 
| Hell is my home, and I ain’t pickin' up my phone | 
| Get the fuck out my zone, and watch yo motherfuckin' tone, bitch | 
| Chilling by myself, I don’t need nobody | 
| Find me in the room just another fuckin' body | 
| Dope on the spoon bitch, I’m looking like a zombie | 
| I don’t wanna move, you won’t see me at the party |