[Intro]

Yeah

Kill gang, the vigilantes, what's up?

Yeah

[Verse]

When I make the game, I go make it good

For the area, not the hood

You know Lansing, Michigan

Fucked around and got head again

I’m a hitman, hit the mic, then hit me

I kept that, spit that, venom of the—

Defend themselves

Everybody bein' themselves

From Detroit to K-Zoo

From St. John to St. Lou

From Clint, Flint, and that Bay too

Ann Arbor to Ypsilanti

Snuck around and slipped off the panties

Fucked a bitch and go take a Xanny

But hung around 'cause we the vigilantes of Michigan

Left the state for like nine days and just missed the friends

Went to my hometown, what I know now was the wrong town

But I know how to remain loud, goddammit

He may go bust it up, fillin’ the cups up

The feeling of just went to feel it

I want to support the family friends and that shows, uh

Soup kitchen, go fuck yourself

Welfare, had a ton of help

I had food stamps of fuckin' twelve

But marijuana's what I fucking dealt

When I needed that money

Never stable, but we needed money

I see that it's funny but leavin' the reefer in the seat isn't funny

I'm sick and I'm tired but where is my money?

God damn, you popped a gasket

Little faggot fucks can go have a blast

Tryna bag at us where that bag is from

But you can laugh at us ’cause we rap too much

But I rap enough, seven years and that may get

Four years and I’ll take it

But more years to be made

It's kinda funny how the motherfuckin’ boys

Suck dick, no Wiz Khalifa tryna pass the reefer

Tryna pass the time, y'all pale little fuck boys pass the mic

'Cause this am, I said never lap it twice

Nowadays and now half as night 'cause my rappin’ height was

My dad let me really grab the mic

And I started writing my actual life, goddamn