[Verse 1] (00:06)
666, I'm trynna escape from LA/
Lot of n***as claim they evil, but not today/
See me drivin' the car with my feet, chokin' a baby/
Shootin' pistols, screamin' "f** the Police"/
Hop out the car, suffocate the streets with beef/
Unload each AK-47, at least 30 rounds each/
Two at a time, one in each hand as you can see/
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, no relation to Kid Cudi/
The will for pursuit of happiness, day and night/
Ain't none of that funny, none of you want that funny/
Business done to you like doctors that poke and prod/
Better watch how you address yourself to a God/
G-O-D-K-I-DD, no chasers or façades/
God-willing, I have an odd feeling for today's sermon/
Either I talk down on 'em or encourage them/
Flourish them, nourish them, nurture them/
Show them how to prosper in this lyrical purging/
Because I'm a start murderin' these n***as one-on-one/
Two-on-one, one-on-three; however, it sounds good to me/
Start dishin' out lyrical a**-whooping's on everybody/
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