Nineteen, already jaded

Medicated mid-day, ask me if i’m faded

Passed out on a zan just to blur my hindsight

Actin like i’m Zant just to drape the city in twilight

I’m like a young Ill Bill, David Koresh cult leader

Watching Kill Bill, feeding hits to Walt's creatures

Before the foreign paper, a dollar 2 quarters for a chaser

Fuck a major, record in morgues, ask who the neighbors

From a state that harbors viked up harlots and Mr. Ventura

Beef is deaded on the outskirts of Las Venturas

I’m blackin out in cold sweats

Give yo bitch that Colgate

All up on my Codec

Heart Metal Gear for your hoe’s sake

Feelin like a pharoah, or a young Pharoahe Monch

Black and milds to my bone marrow at my local haunts

Loaded, gone, spit like a Rottweiler rabid

Yeah i’ll be in these dirty vans when I live lavish

Bad habits, worse intentions

I can’t see myself ever worried about a fucking pension

Almost 20, barely alive

I’ll let Heath know about the accolades when i arrive