Flying on a beat like a skyline

Every day is flip trick

I'am spaced-out

Wanna dropping down, get a stage diving

When the 808 sounds like a night thunder

I'm locked and loaded and I wonder

You know what exactly has value?

Bitch is not fucking money and your jewelry

You fall to the grave without it, think about it

I keep my thoughts on the hard drive and I vibin

In my flora and fauna I turn up the volume

No cash in my pocket, no cap on my bottle

Hatred in my head and say to the world: "Fuck you"

Ay* I am always dressed in black

No ice on my wrists no gold on my neck

Low life, low key and low kicks on wet pavement

Ash on blue jeans, death breathes behind my back

I don't give a fuck about this rich life

Low life moutherfucker

Fuck your money

Fuck your jewelry

Fuck your bitches

Fuck your cars

I don't give a fuck

Ain't have guap on my bank card

I don't give a fuck

But I have no doubt that

I still makin' this sound

Life is aiming at me with a red dot like a Glock

But I elude the shot and stay alive *stay alive*

Bitch, this whole life is addiction

Burning bridges and moral demolition

Thoughts of this and death are my inspiration

Devil shit is my favorite speech cliche

Oh shit this material world is sold for fucking cash

Sell ​​yourself waiting for death

Money is sauce and food so that I can record this track