[Chorus]

22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree

And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

And you won't see me in a cemetery that's where I came from

I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name

The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops

He tellin me this and he tellin me that

I swear to me that shit never stops

And 22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree

And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

[Verse 1]

And bitch I'm schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin

Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics

Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rappin a big game

I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything

I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6

I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique

I'm dreamin about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old

Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold

[Chorus]

22 times a day, I think about swingin from a tree

And carvin my name in the trunk, and nobody give a fuck

They just watchin me hang, everybody think it's a game

Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane

[Interlude]

Shouts out to all the Kreeps, shouts out to the motherfuckin' Hypebeasts talking shit on me, [?] talking shit on Schema the Posse bitch, [?] to you motherfuckers on my page, [?] talk all that shit on the web, bitch

[Verse 2]

Schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin

Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics

Y'all mothafuckas don't got no shit but you rappin a big game

I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything

I kick it wit nobody cause nobody stay watchin my 6

I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my clique

I'm dreamin about all the shit that I really wanna do when I get old

Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold

I ain't did a thang, since I been locked up in this room

With not a thang, 'cept a shotty on my side

2 shells on my bedside table might pull a Cobain

See I gotta lotta thangs goin on in my brain

Gotta lotta good shit and bad, sometimes all I really wanna do

Is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head

Is it more to life than being pissed off

And alone in my mind with nobody to tell me, "chill, mane!"

The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain

Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight

This very moment, if you a jit then you wouldn't know shit

About how a real Mothafucka zonin