[Produced by BrandoHuddle]
[Verse 1]
Aye, what you think 'bout life
You can't live it twice
You live like a scaredy-cat, very mad
That the three blind mice got eaten by that feline
The funeral very sad
Peace sign to the n***as that hate on that
Eastside but I always rep the midwest
M-dub on my chest and I say f** the rest
My hands on her chest while she light up a cigarette
Man, damn
This sh** is astounding
This sh** you roll ounce with
This sh** you go to function, bounce it
Hunting n***as that eat my plate
I'm hungry, don't feed my date
I'm winning I'm in first place
You n***as just still in 8th man
[Verse 2]
You gonna need a chain chomper
Cause my raps will stomp ya
Make bowser bow and bet the booling brackers ain't for bunting
You losers foul and mad that a n***a can be rambunctious
I'm blazing inside the function
It's hazy where I'm recording
The grizzly generation grasps that n***as is for gunning
And leave your a** leaking from the back and from the stomach
But we just tryna chill, why y'all always up to something?
Cause we live in a place full of injustice
Puffing something that makes me level 100
Stop fronting mane, why you being a slithery snake?
Why you eating from my birthday cake?
Get your own cake
You losing, we grueling, envious because I'm eating great
So just chill and hate
Be mad