[Young G]

Reflections of a superstar oscillate, buffer made

Off so many drugs, there's no one to contemplate

Template plating at the temple

Barriers the ring, twisted in the mental

Off so much anger, broke in Sacramento

Hate me cuz you're jealous, threats detrimental

Destruction central to a weak mind, don't trip

Just as sick, ignore your kind

Caught up in the grind, bodies to bind up with desire

Enemies you find threatening online, skill and talent combined

Keep playing, feign off mine

Associate yourself with me, your only chance to shine

Who's down to be the next victim?

Mental state depression is the syndrome

Keep my mind blown off kind grown, nine months home grown

Get the fuck off my nuts, bitch, find your own

[Swank]

What you gon do when the Sun don't shine and your lady want no dick?

Now what you gon do when the Sun don't shine and you can't find your biatch?

Come down, dance with the graces, chapters beyond our faces

The time for trading places with the flame of ages

The fire spread for fortune for all that's created

It's no less degraded, living, loved and hated

Stripped down and jaded, raised by the gray skies

Slowly separated from wet pussy spurated

Wet man blood is traded for minds that love our races

The lands people outdated that stand so high they faded

None's negotiated, we wear it as we laced it

The world is something shaded, this life is our oasis

Safety ain't what safe is cool with the outrageous

A never-ending sage is a healthy stash, a day list

Is what I'm blessed to play with

A good car in the Sun, and women of our wages

[Mxlplx and Swank]

So when you need a break from everything you love

Get into what you hate, no reason, just because (popopepopopopo)

Fully clothed in a lake, up to your neck in water

Ain't no way to escape, need a vacation to get caught up?

Buy a ticket and vacate to the best place you thought of

Hit up the interstate with more than a couple dollars

Get a thick rope, wrap it around your collar

Kick the chair and elope with holy angels to meet God

Never cared to hope for a raise at my job

Just to feel better bout the way I've been robbed

Don't get too much pleasure hanging out at bars of slobs

Watching on the clock counting down in a fever

All you gotta do is stop but it's hard when you're a bleeder

Pick up a heavy rock, break the window of a Beamer

Kick your feet up and watch the way it goes like a dreamer

Can't believe that you thought I'd grow into a believer

Don't really like to talk, rather be the receiver

Holding the mic like a killer holds his heater