[Produced by BrandoHuddle]
[Verse 1]
Aye, what you think 'bout life
You can't live it twice
You live like a scaredy-cat, very mad
That the three blind mice got eaten by that feline
The funeral very sad
Peace sign to the n*ggas that hate on that
Eastside but I always rep the midwest
M-dub on my chest and I say f*ck the rest
My hands on her chest while she light up a cigarette
Man, damn
This sh*t is astounding
This sh*t you roll ounce with
This sh*t you go to function, bounce it
Hunting n*ggas that eat my plate
I'm hungry, don't feed my date
I'm winning I'm in first place
You n*ggas just still in 8th man
[Verse 2]
You gonna need a chain chomper
Cause my raps will stomp ya
Make bowser bow and bet the booling brackers ain't for bunting
You losers foul and mad that a n*gga can be rambunctious
I'm blazing inside the function
It's hazy where I'm recording
The grizzly generation grasps that n*ggas is for gunning
And leave your ass leaking from the back and from the stomach
But we just tryna chill, why y'all always up to something?
Cause we live in a place full of injustice
Puffing something that makes me level 100
Stop fronting mane, why you being a slithery snake?
Why you eating from my birthday cake?
Get your own cake
You losing, we grueling, envious because I'm eating great
So just chill and hate
Be mad