Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on Broadway like Mama I Want to Sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapeños? Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more... booze Put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep him, select a date And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate" I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought, it's too thick His assistant said: "Doom, you sick, " he said "True" through acoustics Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning It's easy as pi, 3.14 One more one false move and they're done for

Ayy We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match (I might mix-match) When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back) What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?) Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at) Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack) Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact) This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac) You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?) She wanna fuck, I decline that (Decline) Look at my bitch, she a dimebag (Bitch!) Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide (It's a waterslide) Rich Forever, come and see the money side (Rich, rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) I flip the money, got my check up (Got my check up) I'm flexing up, but I'm no wrestler (Flex) Blue cheese pockets got the extras (The extras) I stack the money up like Tetris (Tetris) How I got two-fifty from my neck up? (Neck up, ice) How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck? (Skrr skrr) Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up (Lined up) How you with the gang but you ain't signed up? (You ain't signed up) Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that (Kiss that) She just want a nigga with a big sack (With a big sack) Pull out the choppa, we in combat (Yaaaaat) Touchdown on the plug like a lineback (Rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)

Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me? Everything I say in this motherfucker all props (this shit is not real) Just in case the police listening, you know? (Haha) Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?) Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah) They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang) Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?) He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it) I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah) They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs) They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah) We be sliding through they blocks and they don't know we have Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it, but I can show his ass (brrah) Niggas acting like they really like that since my brodie died (Von) Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (bitch) I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (yeah, eater) Catch 'em at the apartments they been in 'cause that's our only chance (brrah) They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (on gang) Old opps fucking with my new opps, oh, man (brrah) That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt) My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang) But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (brrah) And on bro, I'm speaking facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss) Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit) Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 ('Wop, 'Wop) They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah) You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ahhh ha) Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah) They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang) Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?) He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it) I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah) They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs) They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah) "He talking about me in 'Pissed Me Off'", and I'm like, "Yes" (yes) If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (brrah) He said, "Therapy ain't helping", he been killing for a cleanse (slide) She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt) I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch) I been feeling like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah) For school, he save no pen, he rather carry him a gen (five) A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm saying, he spinning (yeah, yeah, yeah) You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch) I seen niggas really killing shit, post shit on Instagram (bitch) You doing that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man) I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah) The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (bitch) Switches on me, all face shots, we changing dental plans (brrah) All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt) I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ahhh ha) Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah) They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang) Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?) He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it) I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah) They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs) They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah) (ahhh ha)

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We bout to get this paper Money never made me Make me do something? Nah, can't make me Even if the money low, can't pay me Even if the money low, can't play me Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We bout to get this paper Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us I've been outta my mind a long time I've been outta my mind a long time I've been saying how I feel at the wrong time Might not come when you want but I'm on time Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We 'bout to get this paper I can't let these people play me Name one genius that ain't crazy Follow our father You borrow our motto I'm a Chicago south sider I'm a Chicago south sider Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up It's time to get the paper I've been outta my mind a long time I've been outta my mind a long time I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us Hold on, hold on, hold on Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur! You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo

Yeah You know sometimes I think they don't truly understand me you know 'Cause they don't Can't change the world 'less we change ourselves Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt Three K's, Two A's in AmeriKKKa I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula And everything I do or say today that's worthwhile Will for sure inspire action in your first child I'll begin my verse now Sometimes I speak and I feel like it ain't my words Like I'm just a vessel channeling inside this universe I feel my ancestors arrested inside of me It's like they want me to shoot my chance and change society But how do I go about it? Tell me where I start? My destiny rerouted when I chose to follow heart You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you? Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle they built for us The first step in the change is to take notice Realize the real games that they tried to show us 300 plus years of them cold shoulders Yet 300 million of us still got no focus Sorry America, but I will not be your soldier Obama just wasn't enough, I just need some more closure And Donald Trump is not equipped to take this country over Let's face facts 'cause we know what's the real motives In the land of the free, is for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners Still got the last names of our slave owners In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners We can't change the world 'less we change ourselves Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt Three K's, Two A's in AmeriKKKa I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula And everything I do or say today that's worthwhile Will for sure inspire action Trickery in the system, put my niggas in prison All our history hidden, ain't no liberty given We all fit the description of what the documents written We been lacking the vision and barely making a living We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin' Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it The Lord won't get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion How many times do I gotta tell you I'm a man on a mission Many times I gotta tell you I don't need no permission Or human with supervision, ain't no livin' condition I'm reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians It's not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions Another family evicted, another black man a victim That's as real as it's getting, you should take recognition