(Verse 1) Welcome to Hell, I'm back...yes Son of a son-of-a-b**h in a black Cesspool of regret With a gun in my back, pressed Under a new umbrella You motherf**ers don't expect that I'm iller Cuz my complexion's vanilla Still, I'm borderline; Pushing water lines back - manage with Shorter times ALL the time On the grind, gettin it Living in conditions where deliverance [is] Delivered indiscriminate[ly] Who give a sh**? Inconsiderate b**hes keepin me pivotin' Simple is not sinful; A thimbleful of the truth they're exhibitin My mission is far from impossible Spittin bars til my tonsils aren't too far from the roof Leave my slang hangin' not too far from the noose DNA is game-changin Ilke g**ners who blaze AK's and then take names later... Place major blame on your neighbors Without looking too hard for the proof (Chorus) Am I sayin lots? Am I enabling myself to shift the blame a lot? Nah Am I the realest in the f**in spot, or not? Am I lying, or am I tryna find a way to stop? Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? All that's left for a son of a son of a Son of a b**h is (DEATH) (Verse 2) Always tryna remain emphatic They' tellin me I'm an addict But I'm feeling more like a junkie with junk up inside his attic I'm lucky I'm from the country I'm from Or I'd be the saddest story Ever told, after or before me I got it bad, yeah, sure - but it's worse in Africa... I'll take a breath, cuz I CAN; it could be worse I could be born in Iran or Iraq Imagine, son? That sh**'d be wacker than hell Like lickity-split, I'd pickity-pack my backpack and I'd bail, but... (Chorus) ...am I sayin lots? Am I enabling myself to shift the blame a lot? Nah Am I the realest in the f**in spot, or not? Am I lying, or am I tryna find a way to stop? Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? Yes Am I a son of a son-of-a-b**h? All that's left for a son of a son of a Son of a b**h is (DEATH)