[Intro]
Aye, I did it all for my city
Make sure my coffin is pretty
Diamonds and all of em glisten
Gone and don't need intervention
Suicide steady and creeping
You take my kindness for weakness
I knew I'd find out your secret
Throwing it up like bulimics
Aye, Black ops, four shots
Trap phone hot spot
Got time bought clocks
New watch new rock tube socks
I might go back to the trap house
Get more stacks than a cash cow
Quit runnin' up on me with yo' cramped style
When I get this thing like a camp fire
Litty gon' knock your lamp out
Jim Jones livin' that vamp life
Big Cap we know you can't fight
Talk tough, freeze on a stage light
Look shook, he don't act right
Full track, I'm wheeling on a halfpipe
Coke get cut at a half price
Rose up demons don't need advice
Salem gon' get baptized
Hail from Mid Massachusetts
Weighin' in at two hundred two six
Create alternative music yea growing up
Poor and useless, broken bruising