[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..