[Verse 1: Monsta KiD]

On my part 2 shit

This is for the fuck of it

Let's sit back

Matter fact fall back

I'm done with bullshit rap

Once a kid that gave a fuck

Then I met the trap

Became friends with

A marijuana sack

Running around waste

Away my seed

Get hype and jiggy

I rhyme with heat

Yo bitch in heat

She got a taste

For Jimmy Dean

Rubbing up on my meat

The illest nigga you

Can not defeat

The truth how dare

I speak

I fucked around and

Got up on my two feet

10 toes down

Knuckles up you

Cluster fucks

Me against the world

Matter fact it's y'all against

The CLAN

Black towel heads

Black Taliban's

I just might just

Switch a flip

And lose my shit

Back hand a nigga

If he thinks I a bitch

My mind on grip

My mind and I

Who controls this gift

Niggas telling

Now niggas bailing

Shark week how

The bullet holes

End a sentence

With a period

Add exclamation

Just so you know I'm serious

Bless these lyricals

That touches souls

Hence forth I'm

The reason niggas

Loading bowls

Standing out loud

Like trombones

Just so you know

It's all been said

Through the headphones

[Verse 2: Monsta KiD]

Can't help but

To feel original

Quite common

Like penitentiary and ramen

Sick of all the bullshit

Why they gotta buy it

Why I understand the game

From the fibers to the science

Refer me to your highness

I be smoking everyday

I'm into pov's

Like a gynecology

In a mood

I adjust

Right now

My eyes look shut

Thinking about how

I started up

Now coming up

A man who stop giving

A fuck

No love lost

For so and so

And such and such

Your opinions can

Eat an uppercut

So pack a lunch

God I miss you Forrest

You was the bear

That fed me truth

And pourage

Mid class life

We'd be poor

And rich

Now I'm growns and shit

I'm a hold it down

Til the day it's

Me and my bitch

(I'm a hold it down)

[Verse 3: Monsta KiD]

I promise to give

Her many life

Intentions of love

And staying high

Ride by my side

Til death do us

Part and die

I sense the days

I grow wise at

A single young age

All he ever wanted

Was his granny straight

Now it's time that he

Gets his pay

Then make his place

As he cements his name

And dripping of tears

Of felt success and accomplishment

No longer holding back

My mind off safety

My mind on gravy

This is the part

Where they start to hate me

I dreamed I shitted

On niggas and woke

Up from a toilet

With a stack

Of tissue

That help solve

My issues

Can't help

But to feel like Broly

The flow is overflowing

Those gestures are made

But these jesters

Aren't getting paid

Don't you dare

Sleep on me

Or take a fucken nap

You must grow patience

And be surprised

When I exhibit greatness

No matter the

Stronger I get

I'm bench pressing

The 626

Moving the loud

No volume adjustments

I hope they hear

This before I

Face God and judgement

(Forgive me for my sins)