[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff Da $now Leopard]

Back against the wall (Fuck)

With my back against the wall

Still hangin' in the hall, never change, I'm the same (Nope)

Please don't fuckin' call me, nah (No)

The person you're tryna reach is unavailable, ayy (Ayy)

Remember the days? When me and $lick had to drive to L.A.?

Sleepin' on the floor at Krez and Fat Nick's house

A hoodie doubles as a pillow

When you don't see the couch (Yah, yah, ayy)

Ask for no amount, 'til it's time to really count

Whatever the fuck you say you hate is what the fuck I'm really 'bout

Really doin' drugs, unlike you, do it for the clout (Nah)

Really got a problem, like I'm usually blackin' out (Yuh)

All my friends are headcases, and this kid's gonna pout

Bring me back to the pizza kitchen, I'll clock in and out

Washin' dishes, customers bitchin', the manager trippin'

Still, I'm out (Out)

Fuck the rap industry, I'm down for the motherfuckin' count (Ahaha)

All you fuckin' clowns, I could really do without, ayy

I'll be back, I really, really, really doubt

[Verse 2: Lil Cut Throat]

Southside maniac with the nine loaded (What?)

Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (Okay)

Made a couple milli', world touring

Fuckin' it up—but fuck a couple milli'

Burn it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City

Before them days, we used to hit up Orange Mound (Hold up)

TA, Ghoste, Smurf, brought the skunk out (Throw them hands, like—)

Ridin' four deep, smoked out, loced out, smoked out, loced— (What?)

Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met

Seems like the bigger you get, equals nothin' but death

But nonetheless, still got them dead presidents

Innocent residents, stray bullets, deaths begin

Funerals for the cold-blooded, makeup skin (Pop-pop-pop)

So I call Ruby, he said he got the blade (Okay)

I'm like, "Okay, I got the jacket loaded, and the AK"

And the AK, AK—

[Outro: Oddy Nuff Da $now Leopard & Lil Cut Throat]

Fuck you

All of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake

When I die, bury me in all grey

All of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake

$uicide, 'til the motherfucking grave

All of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake

When I die, bury me in all grey

All of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake, all of y'all are fake

It's $uicide, 'til the motherfucking grave