[Verse 1]

Too busy shitting on the bible to fight my fucking rivals

Got you rolling your eyeballs at my 3 day revival

It's survival of the fittest but I don't go to the gym

Upon arrival I'm the sickest mofucker there's ever been

I'm ill as fuck call me Alzheimers

Bitch we blowing up like Oppenheimer

I beat bitches up on accident

My shit's so tough you need laxative

I'm killing beats like a vegetable murderer

You got beef go make a fucking burger

All my haters being blasphemous

Cause I give less fucks than abstinence

We making noise amplifying

We smoking backwoods and supplying

I got bars like a BMX

About to flow hard PMS

[Hook]

You write raps I write fucking commandments

It's me against the world what are my fucking chances

I can't afford to lose but winning is free

And can't possibly win without it killing me

X2

[Verse 2]

I'm slowly losing oxygen I'm running out of options

And I swear to god if I don't win then I don't want to fucking live

You couldn't kill Grill-E if you had a whole army

I'm fucking blowing up and you can't disarm me

You wouldn't know good music if you were hearing it right now

We chain smoking pass the fucking light now

I'm stressed the fuck out and the only thing that can stop it

Is a couple grams of raw fucking chronic

[Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I got the headphones in with the polo on

If your music sound good I wrote the song

Blunt in my hand I can barely stand

Just a fucked up kid no one understands

I could try to explain but it's complicated

You try to start shit you're constipated

Got stabbed in the back but I'm not bleeding

Inhale exhale but I'm barely breathing

Can't get to sleep but I'm dreaming

Wake up feel like I'm still sleeping

Can't spit without smoke detectors going off

Can't spit without it looking like I'm showing off

Smoked my first joint I was feeling funny

Just want to get rich without stealing money

I'm criminally rhythmical influenced but original

Like Tyler I'm killing all talking shit you cynical

Grinding like I'm on a fucking skateboard

Don't like a lot of music but I hate yours

Fucking shit up 'til Grill-E decides to retire

Smoking a bowl caught my fruit loops on fire

Life is unoptional like picking a card

And the real homies know who the fuck they are

2 grams gone now Grill-E's on his third

Getting fucking stoned like 2 murdered birds

[Outro]

You write raps I write fucking commandments

It's me against the world what are my fucking chances

Can't afford to lose but winning is free

And can't possibly win...