Shit, I go, I’m going, I’m gone

I’m gone

Shit, I go, I’m going, I’m gone

I’m gone

I’m pushing the agenda on that

No retreat, no surrender

Welcome to the fucking blender

Everybody tender

A bunch of princesses in dresses

I grew up wanting to be a ninja

Two steps in front of the agenda

Staring out the window at some criminals

Never been the one to write some criminals

You 100, I am boxing you

One of me, man, you fat boy

1738, I’m a king from the pool, man

Gun jam in the doom

Real gunman hit gun for the guy made from the dirt

This church on the moon

Both hands in the purse

Shit, I show you got a stick and move

Pick up a stick and shoot

Gon’ lick and lose

Why is you skip school?

Why is he selling blue?

Hanging with niggas hating and waiting to tell you

You looking like a rain on you

Just another brain in this cocaine residue

Just another stain on this one revenue

Try to make a change, what you know better do?

Trying to make a change for the same with a bang like [co?]

The brain till it feel like [run?]

A bunch of plays till it feel like [M?]

After you create, make two

Try to stay awake ’cause the opps ain’t lacking for you