[Verse 1 - Farma G]

Slice yourself with jack-knives to thug type

You wanna play the part but can't act right

Not happy with this life you lead

Now you wanna be something you ain't known to be

Things ain't really how they seem to me

See through rappers hide their history

Hard times crime and disorderly

In reality they live in luxury

'llow the fuckery and the propaganda

Handout punishment topple like Jenga

You man surrender strike off the payroll

The blackhole won't say no

Stones grow from a cold place

With no space for a weak heart

Finish what you started (Remember what art is)

I'm no thug never thought that I was

Or ever felt like I was in fact I'm loved up

Bare fact to the bone blud

'Cause I won't lie down blud

And be told how to act blud

That's the reason we Mud

One for all, all for one when we up in the club

Smashed up for stay grime time coast for good times

When you're dealing with the truth and killing those lies

I'm not feeling you posers who act tough

You was good at garage and now you're mixed up

[Bridge]

And we ain't tryna be dead before the spends come

You're a star but you can be a dead one

Walking round like you own this town

We'll see how you act when the pound run out

[Chorus]

And we ain't tryna be dead before the spends come

You're a star but you could be a dead one

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

And we ain't tryna be dead before the spends come

You're a star but you could be a dead one

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

[Verse 2 - Chester P]

This shits mothership

Dying species of alien

Space chameleon

I move under alias

Paralyse conscience and cause power failures

Run up in your building yielding a laser gun

Midfield surrealist dangerous invincible

Protocol movement virtually invisible

Deadly opportunist poison blue lotus

Raised in a crater no one ever noticed

A midnight assassin with eagle eye focus

I burst in cursing with both lungs smoking

Final horizon the grim reaper's spoken

The urban division the chains must be broken

I head hunt targets my senses alarming

Barricade mind stay free world army

I'm E.T. voice of the streets MFTC

Fuck beef making my ends tryna duck police

And dodge tax like Jet Li in a jetpack

I crash systems formulating a death trap

Burn the hall of fame ball and chain in your knee cap

Spaceman sorcery planetary feedback

Feed on the impact elemental suicide

Futures apprentice scientific genocide

View on politics middle finger in the sky

I'll be fighting for my life 'till the day I die

[Chorus]

And we ain't tryna be dead before the spends come

You're a star but you could be a dead one

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

And we ain't tryna be dead before the spends come

You're a star but you could be a dead one

Sex, drugs, rock, roll

Sex, drugs, rock, roll