[Verse 1: Hector Orlando]
Interrupt your evening of no meaning
Complaints never did sh** so you could keep them
That's why your ceiling keep leaking
Rims and radio systems is missing
Now how you getting through your day with no one to listen too?
Ah, knock em down boi, pound for pound
Yada yada out ya mouth, I'll just take you out
Watch ya back and where you step this ain't no safe house
Say you shooting but it's more like blank rounds
I mean, I ain't a k**er Pac and Tunechi
Ain't no p**y either, don't believe me then push me
I just look at it how you don't
I just look at it how you don't
And Im laughing at you hoe, hit the J once and now yo weak a** is too stoned
You getting money now? Kudos
Say you got how many hoes? Kudos
[Verse 2]
She ain't coming back but she should
Cause damn, she made a youngin' feel good
Face to face, I'll tell you how I feel
f** around with fake n***as you don't know what's real
He acts like him and she's just like her
Generated minds and programmed nerves
What a time to be alive you get to see when it gets worse and by that time a better place will be 6 feet under earth
Im 'bout it, truth addict
Crack the blacktop flying out of each planet
Yeah..