[Verse 1: Yung Statz]
I'mma kill it with rhythm, who asks
Spittin' this shit be different, I spit with all of my killers
They're hitters, who'll have you missin'
I'm livin', constantly leakin' it in my heart
This shit start for tryin' to figure out who the fuck been talkin' with missiles
In the back of the whip, strappin' some shit
Ain't nobody rappin' like this, 'cause Statz is a prick
Women tell me that I'm a dick
But I'm not a pussy ass bitch who which you're mothafucka
Sellin' your soul to get rich
Like you a G, but you ain't me, could never be
What the fuck you think this is? The shit ain't free
The shit ain't you, because the shit is me
It's Earth for Myself, this shit's for no one else
No where help, so fuck it, now no one sells
You're rollin' out, they're smokin' now
Only time will tell, if you let the time tell itself
Because I'm back for revenge with the vengeance
You could be dead, crashed in the Lex
Since I have enough cash that I could take my ass to Texas
And eat breakfast, but shit, I'm havin' sex first
This the end of the world, end of the Earth
I don't think you understand, but you can laugh at my verse
It's only gonna get worse, man, all of you bitches are cursed
With my Fampires, I lurk in the shadows
Watchin' over the plateau
Mothafuckas drownin' in the water, there's UFOs
Animals eat mothafuckas, sharks on the coast
Wiping these mothafuckas clean, they all gotta go
Get 'em the fuck outta here, get 'em out the game
The way it is now, shit ain't clean, shit ain't okay
You could hope and pray that tomorrow will be a better day
But I don't see that happenin' with ISO, from the fuckin' birth!
I'mma kill it with rhythm, who asks
Spittin' this shit be different, I spit with all of my killers
They're hitters, who'll have you missin'
I'm livin', constantly leakin' it in my heart
This shit start for tryin' to figure out who the fuck been talkin' with missiles
In the back of the whip, strappin' some shit
Ain't nobody rappin' like this, 'cause Statz is a prick
Women tell me that I'm a dick
But I'm not a pussy ass bitch who which you're mothafucka
Sellin' your soul to get rich
Like you a G, but you ain't me, could never be
What the fuck you think this is? The shit ain't free
The shit ain't you, because the shit is me
It's Earth for Myself, this shit's for no one else
No where help, so fuck it, now no one sells
You're rollin' out, they're smokin' now
Only time will tell, if you let the time tell itself
Because I'm back for revenge with the vengeance
You could be dead, crashed in the Lex
Since I have enough cash that I could take my ass to Texas
And eat breakfast, but shit, I'm havin' sex first
This the end of the world, end of the Earth
I don't think you understand, but you can laugh at my verse
It's only gonna get worse, man, all of you bitches are cursed
With my Fampires, I lurk in the shadows
Watchin' over the plateau
Mothafuckas drownin' in the water, there's UFOs
Animals eat mothafuckas, sharks on the coast
Wiping these mothafuckas clean, they all gotta go
Get 'em the fuck outta here, get 'em out the game
The way it is now, shit ain't clean, shit ain't okay
You could hope and pray that tomorrow will be a better day
But I don't see that happenin' with ISO, from the fuckin' birth!
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