[Verse 1: Ghostemane]

Ain't nobody ever did shit for me so I won't do a thing for them

Motherfucker step back trying to be my fan I can see the bullshit with no contacts in

I don't want no friends, I don't need me a Benz

Got a Marquis red with the limousine tint

Ride around town and they can't see me

I'm gettin road head look at me drive slow like an old man

Trust nobody I'm the same old kid

Workin like them motherfuckers who are makin' little ends

Sippin' big lean when the homegirl spins

Got my 11 Vans on stepping on your 10's

I'm a mean ass kid

If I did it for my daddy hey would have to throw it up to R.I.P

One morning he did not wake up from his sleep and now he deceased

Buddha he told me that's just how it be

Hand in that booth like a brand new beatin' so watch that shit if you wanna keep breathin'

Pitch white skin so I get alotta heat, but I don't pay mind to an anti KREEP

Anyway you mad cause your bitch chose me a skinny young Ghoste with them all gold teeth

Plain black tall tee always been a Outkast freak and that's still me with my big buck teeth

What's the point of livin' if you livin' like a bitch

Won't take a risk if you keep a lit wrist

Ain't no wonder why you no longer got your chick

If you're livin' with your momma still on that tit

Motherfucka I've been on my own shit

Straight surviving sufficiently self providing

Sprinkle psychedelic mushrooms on my food so I can levitate and get away from you fools

[Verse 2: DJ Killa C]

Aye, runnin' and gunnin'

He be that nigga Killa with the 12 gauge

Nigga get slayed every day from the shit that I say

Better yet it's from the shit that I spray that leave your whole fuckin' body in a cave, but anyway

Nigga that wanna run up and talk shit, they get put up on my hit list and get hit quick

Barrel up to your mouth like a Bic for no [?]

That nigga that Killa be comin around and killin' with the quickness

So uh, you might wanna slow your roll before I lose control and take your soul

And no goin back when I be up in the lac wearin' all black now what ya call that? Bitch nigga fall back

I'm a schema nigga when I be up on the scene

Finna peel a nigga cap with the infared beam

All you gotta do is go and give Killa the word

Shotgun leave his insides sitting on the curb

As I tip-toe back to my Cutlass and light up a spliff, in my whip

If anybody wanna start a problem best believe that I'll empty the clip

Straight off the rim when I spit on a beat I kill the shit

Spit so much heat I leave the mic extra crisp

No gang fame with the angsty shit

Schema boys and we fuckin' ecstacy, nigga