[Chorus]:

Press start, yeah I feel like pat benetar

Hit me with your best shot, like you playing sinistar

Play hard, Like that boi Khalifa told you

Bitches in my dms, Had to hit them with the bad news

Black heart, yeah I’m tryna see you torn apart

Hit you like I’m dead shot, Hoping that I leave a mark

Take bars, like a white girl crashin dads cars

Running out of luck, You gon end up with your lights dark

[Verse]

Want smoke? get blunted

Pulling out the razor so this shit gets gutted

Rock star pants, know them shits stay studded

Fuck yo bank, ima keep that money

Blow torch finna light you like the nectar

Smoke you like a dab but I don’t stop applying pressure

Bitch we playin chess but you came thinkin it was checkers

You keep rolling fucking dice instead of playing by the record

Ahh who am I kidding

You’d get hit faster than a kitten tryna cross 4th and mission

I be crouched down, hidden

Looking to rip open a new victim like some value brand linen

Don’t you love my jokes? pussy, I got blunts to smoke

Hopin I could open stores to sell the kids some guns and coke

Just to show em they can stay sedated if they need to cope

Get aggressive with those bullies, take away their fuckin hope

“my life is really hard so I don’t take responsibility

Kill a batch of kids and hope I get a bunch of sympathy

Burning down the block and when I do it it’s with dignity

I think it’s okay to cause them pain because they’re really mean”

That’s a grade a fucker

Tryna get you capped before you get your nuts suckled

Then we got these people burning down the fucking pizza place

How the hell am I suppose to chill and watch amazing race?

Guess I’ll have to shave my head, maybe go and change my name?

Move to fucking Canada, or maybe rent private bay?

Things are getting crazier like every single fucking day

Ill just waste my life away at uni like this shit’ll change

But it never gets better

Smoke away the day maybe pop an embeda

Etc, whateva, pass me the beretta, I’m fed up

And I ain’t holdin back like fucking bed wetter

[Chorus]:

Press start, yeah I feel like pat benetar

Hit me with your best shot, like you playing sinistar

Play hard, Like that boi Khalifa told you

Bitches in my dms, Had to hit them with the bad news

Black heart, yeah I’m tryna see you torn apart

Hit you like I’m dead shot, Hoping that I leave a mark

Take bars, like a white girl crashin dads cars

Running out of luck, You gon end up with your lights dark

[Verse 2]

Now getting down to brass tacks

I know y’all think I tap dance

Pretend that I can rap fast

And act like I got 10 racks

This music stuff is ignorant

But that’s the shit I revel in

Until I finally settle in

And you all hear my final hymn

I’m tryna rip the throat off anyone who’s tryna cage me in

I’m pulling out the stops like traffic lights when they be turning red

And shout out all ex homies that be out here tryna make amends

But you can suck a dick, just run the track back and hit play again