[Verse 1: Trizz]
Yeah, I'm sitting in the corner while she playing on the violin
Forgive me for my sins I know I'm wrong I never pretend (nigga)
I'm a nigga in this bitch ain't got no chance to win
I'm thirty years young but I'm him my chances are slim (straight up!)
It get grim but I'm him I take it on the chin you see it in my grin it look like I'll be your friend
I hustle through these hymns I'm grinding gettin' it in and these shoes is too big for you to fill some you ain't fitting in (nigga)
Came along way since murder death kill since Lynch gave me a deal would've put me up on the hill (yeah)
He taught me how to kill and how to go get the skrill
I pulled up to his house he had a human on the grill
This shit can get real niggas end up getting killed (yeah) over hundred dollar bills I'm serious man forreal
I'm doing all these drugs because I like the way it feel and it make me feel numb I don't give a fuck man I chill, nigga
The man game where your cap can get peeled nigga
Point a gun at you and make you swallow these pills nigga
If it's a problem the homies will come and deal with it (ooh!)
You can try to hide but trust me nigga we'll still get you
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Ain't shit never been shit stumbled out the trailer park with a biscuit and ever since I been lit
Slide with OG's and never been up in a transcript
Been up in a trans bitch though and now her man pissed (hahaha!)
Ooh, Pop a nazi with the shotty paparazzi got a picture of me walking with a thotty
Ugly juggalo-di really on my lodi dodi lotta griznit talkin' my shiznit that's why you saw me
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I used to watch MTV thinkin', (oh) yeah I could do that
Grab the microphone and make another rapper blue black
Somebody told me go mainstream but I can't do that
I'm underground where the bodies is at - Oh did I do that?
Made gang, Baby Ripgut better known as Trizz my nigga know what it is and he always handle his biz went from a little kid in movies to running the IE now
Now he's all over the world giving 'em that five piece
Me? I'm just chillin' drop a album when I want to
In your dreams it'll haunt you hit a nigga with the 1-2 gauge two days later they'll find your guts in the pavement
Body all over the basement and nobody better say shit
I touch a nigga like a love song partner
You don't get the metaphor, yeah that means I'll pop ya
Not your average savage all I need is the package
Nigga this cast off of me getting (?)
Yeah, I'm sitting in the corner while she playing on the violin
Forgive me for my sins I know I'm wrong I never pretend (nigga)
I'm a nigga in this bitch ain't got no chance to win
I'm thirty years young but I'm him my chances are slim (straight up!)
It get grim but I'm him I take it on the chin you see it in my grin it look like I'll be your friend
I hustle through these hymns I'm grinding gettin' it in and these shoes is too big for you to fill some you ain't fitting in (nigga)
Came along way since murder death kill since Lynch gave me a deal would've put me up on the hill (yeah)
He taught me how to kill and how to go get the skrill
I pulled up to his house he had a human on the grill
This shit can get real niggas end up getting killed (yeah) over hundred dollar bills I'm serious man forreal
I'm doing all these drugs because I like the way it feel and it make me feel numb I don't give a fuck man I chill, nigga
The man game where your cap can get peeled nigga
Point a gun at you and make you swallow these pills nigga
If it's a problem the homies will come and deal with it (ooh!)
You can try to hide but trust me nigga we'll still get you
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Ain't shit never been shit stumbled out the trailer park with a biscuit and ever since I been lit
Slide with OG's and never been up in a transcript
Been up in a trans bitch though and now her man pissed (hahaha!)
Ooh, Pop a nazi with the shotty paparazzi got a picture of me walking with a thotty
Ugly juggalo-di really on my lodi dodi lotta griznit talkin' my shiznit that's why you saw me
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I used to watch MTV thinkin', (oh) yeah I could do that
Grab the microphone and make another rapper blue black
Somebody told me go mainstream but I can't do that
I'm underground where the bodies is at - Oh did I do that?
Made gang, Baby Ripgut better known as Trizz my nigga know what it is and he always handle his biz went from a little kid in movies to running the IE now
Now he's all over the world giving 'em that five piece
Me? I'm just chillin' drop a album when I want to
In your dreams it'll haunt you hit a nigga with the 1-2 gauge two days later they'll find your guts in the pavement
Body all over the basement and nobody better say shit
I touch a nigga like a love song partner
You don't get the metaphor, yeah that means I'll pop ya
Not your average savage all I need is the package
Nigga this cast off of me getting (?)
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