[Produced By: Party Supplies] [Verse: Action Bronson] Sittin' first cla**, feelin' like sh** though Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground? f** that, I want the crown off anybody head I wouldn't care if everybody's dead It's why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed Have a f**in' sleepover with my weapons My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson sh**, I made this out of nothin' Damn, these ladies love me out in London Laurenivici served the granulated onion My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon Dog, what the f** is with your mother? She got one leg longer than the other One eye through the shutter Made the transition from weed to bu*ter, like spring to summer [Hook: Action Bronson & Black Atla**] I nearly lost my mind All a motherf**er got is time, time, time Time, time I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so glad I nearly lost my mind All a motherf**er got is time, time, time Time, time I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so glad I nearly lost my brain Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad So bad, I'm so glad