Take a hundred dollars

Turn it into pillars

You don’t wanna bother

The man with the timbers

Papers don’t endure

I turn it into ashes

You don’t wanna bother

Smoke a little more

‘I hope that boy keeps fed’

Trusting all his soul and, losing all his head

Rusty as it shows he gonna break his legs

Standing toe to toe with a brand new nemesis

My thoughts up in a twist, like the spliff you inhale

I ain't missed, its a lift off until we landing here

Can't resist, really any of them bags on it

Cupid telling me to crash on it

Sleepy eyes no disguise, I'm feeling fly

I'm out of my mind most of the time

Don't you rip the tags off him

Imma die here, buried in a glass coffin

Friday night I'm the man who they trash talkin'