[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Hate me or love me, no, I don't care, it's the same thing
Four five in your face have a great day
Five nine be the set, b**h I stay Grey
Okay, here I come with the AK
Okay, Yung Plague got the blank slate
Okay, Yung Plague got the blade gripped
So Grey, Yung Plague gotta break legs
Don't care, but I love myself anyway
Renegade gotta get away so I levitate
You be brave, gotta find a way to renovate
Keep it simple b**h I think I'm f**ing Hemingway
Gotta find these b**hes I can renegade
Looking at my AK I examine it
Separate until I do whatever b**h
You cannot gra** and all I do is think again [?]
She got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate
[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Okay, hold up run up in the spot this a stick up
Tie this b**h up, time to re-up
Hit 'em with the Onomatopoeia
When I speak up b**h I'm Jesus out the freezer
Cos' I'm f**ing cold, dead ready and a threat
To any motherf**er coming at the f**ing set
(the scarecrow)
Made out of roaches and locusts
Smokers who make waves like Moses no motive
f**ing some co-eds that think I'm a poet
But f** it I pour it 'til I'm something loaded
Reaching my lowers they think I'm heroic
Funny to me but they think that I'm chosen
Illusions illusions polluting the humans
One bullet away from my problems solutions
Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin
Almighty five nine b**h I die for my union