[Verse 1: Yung Statz]
[Verse 2: Iso]
My cerebellum is devilish when I let em in
And that's one hell of a metaphor i can tell a friend
And for the record you infected as soon as this record spins
You know I've never been ethical I can sell a sin
I witnessed demonic fellowship and I fell within
The element and the set of [?] that can build the [?]
To let it be medicine for some who have to sin
Then they gotta tell to me im in, bring the medic in
Betray my ever check a pa** so I'm dead to friends
[?] form in my sediment
My soul is dorment within me they resurrect the pen
You'll never talk about hell where you have never been
It's crazy how eloquent it is to be negative
Leave em in the spot of my homie but they hella rich
My third eye got the twin watch of the residence
Since I've been walking they tried to k** me ever since
I remember I ain't have sh**
Got a bunch of homies now whats up
Gotta hit me on the brainsick
And lost all of my n***as now because of it
Noggas throwing deals and they get it with some funny sh**
They wanna change a n***a take his money keep his publishing
And f** around and have a n***a out or else in mothership
And tryna sell a n***a fake quicker than they covetin, s** a dick
I'm in the mode I load a gun and spit f**ing government
Whatever you do dont give a f** b**h, flick and blow it quick
And have any one of you b**h n***as run away
Taking up one of them with you and f**ing piss until you f**ing lose
n***as hating on me but i bet the b**hes lovin this
s**in my dick in here and run up on me I'm babbling
Backing it with my B dog who be like
And get to buck on anyone who really want this sh**
[Verse 3: JL B. Hood]
When they hear that I'm working on new sh** n***as devastated
There ain't nothing you can do with a n***a that's dedicated
Never ever said that I'm never trying to find a fine edit
I comply to split at your neck and leave it separated
Somebody tell me that I give em the wickedest vibe
Put on a burnt and really show em the sinister side
Not giving a f** where we going in for [?]
[Hook: Yung Statz]
I'm in this earth for myself, I don't need nobody help, I can do this sh** myself
f** everyone else I'm f**ing up everything in my path and I'm doing it well
You can go to hell imma go to heaven when you found look into my eyes you can see the pa**ionate rapping
Me and the OGs take it from the back and then blast and shoot
Through all you cabbage patch kids
Leave you looking alone matching Statz is a disaster for you
I burn the world and there's nothing you can do
Then you should've just listened you wouldn't have gotten with it by the pistol handle
Burn with gasoline in a can
If I let the match strike you [?] these angels
Cursed by the world itself, It's been years and still no one minding the show
These motherf**ers aren't here to stay, this is earth for myself
[Verse 4: Mister Hyde]
ISO dawg this sh**'s bananas
Goddamn now i gotta go and give in the damage
I came for you motherf**ers saying I don't isn't saying I won't
No one saying a joke nobody laughing at anything you are saying like no
No not at all get up buddy you go get the f** up out of my face
I don't even wanna know what you got coming out what you gotta knock em out
It only took me a second so what you got don't talk that sh**
These bars are fire's crispy
The block coming down spittin heat right now
What it is I'm ahead my time I'm getting mad wicked the mind d'avant f**ing 95
But I'll go 95 on a 95 or on a 55 driving by so fast think I could fly
Mister hyde in his prime nevermind I'm on a grind
The world about the time realize real lies relies on relying
Reprising the role being disguised to the blind
I recognize as we rise people run for the lies
It's taking over the world like its blue da ba dee ba da dai
I swear to god never no one is working this out
Of the ladder to climb to another level with my
Sick and twisted game of what our lives are
[Bridge: Mister Hyde]
I'm bred like this, I'm built to break this lab
And spit no one else' type sh**, hell yea I say this proud
We guarantee that sh**, sure enough to move these crowds
Me and Statz's just two white kids, but don't call it common to slain the mic, we put it down
[Verse 5: D-loc the Gill God]
(gilla!)
Wouldn't be giving a f** they coming in the back and they grabbing a mac and they coming up with the 9mm busting
f**ing around with my n***as we coming through busting leave em with a concussion
We don't give a f** as we jumping them (k** em!)
Imma murder any n***a that swallow the (?) b**h a** won't want it my n***a
k**in em up with the semi they knowing the pain, my n***as be coming on n***as
Cause they making a go and picking a hole with the 9mm we popping on n***as
I don't be giving a f** they go with the pack taking hit on my n***as
Lyrically I'm called hysterical lyrically a terrorist embara**ing n***as
Burying these n***as that be thinking that they ready for this n***a
I'm guillotine chopping these n***as' hands off we leaving em cherishing
n***a be coming to grip it n***a be coming to flippin n***a be coming and dip in delivery
n***a that drop a n***a in the river
n***a be talking that sh** cause all of my n***as are straight k**ers
We don't be giving a f** cause all of my n***as just be off in the villa
[Verse 6: Yung Statz]
To k** with us you know you gotta spit the right sh**
To spit with us you know you gotta get a tight grip
Of the world to control some sh** that's like
This the part going dom [?] sick
And I go back for worse, go back to church, go back and forth
Motherf**ers wanna hit me but won't come forth
They say they get money, but won't show full, so here's the show, fool
[Hook]