[Verse 1]
Jesus Christ, old Bill hit the meters right
Its speaker night at my meeting at Cedar Heights
Beaker night in my basement, take this
Sneakers tied tight I've been running from the lameness
Pied Piper with crime, I'm like Seamus
Blame the state of the game on old age, I
Take this bundle of sh** and put the flame to it
Put aim to anything and turn one to many things
Turn dumb to wedding rings, hold shields ready
Sling, C and SA, the term of a new age
Turn a page, same boring a** story
Tales of the forlorn glory of past kings
That's it, gas and match lit
Plus got guns and sh** under the mattress
Weed in the satchel, b**h acting ratchet
Its fear and loathing on a triple seven boeing
I slash it
[Hook 2x]
They told me I'd be here, next year
In the same clothes, with the same whip
They told me I'd stay broke, with the hoes
Same grub, like they know
[Verse 2]
I need some gold on the wrist, couple inches on the dick
With some Cali to twist and a super bad b**h
You can have this if you selling to the devil
My humanity is worth a couple karats in the bezzle
My sanity is twisted like a ball game pretzel
And they all came to take apart the pieces of my left hand
So that any motherf**er that still stand
Get stacked like a bag of sand, on the front lines
I want mines with a motherf**ing bow tie
Bowflex, bow jacks, bow gust, and rhymes fly
And I ain't having that, your boy's on the almanac
Take it all in the car, Napoleon, rip your bones apart
Home and dark in the chest of an acronym
The poison, filling up your cavities, I'm stacking g's
Yeah, yeah, that sounds like the good life
Next year I'll be my own planet, good night
[Hook]