Hieroglyphs in the crypts of the egyptians
The reason why I tell you motherfuckin fools to listen
Cause I ain′t chillin, boy I'm focused on my grizzy grind
Or passed out, is he fine? Workin in my busy time
...Most times I′m smokin on that loud pack
Last time went deaf, I'm workin to get my sound back
Under crimes, killin butterflies in my sound checks
Goin apeshit as I pound chest
Ridin shotty wit my shawty, headed to the party
Sayin I can't see you, I ain′t lookin at nobody
Bitch I put it down, don′t plan to pick it up
I spill my drink she lick it up
Rip the beat, then stitch it up
Kembe you the class clown!
I'm tryna fuck, let′s see who chugs the jungle juice the fastest
Stop before we knocked back, then when I get the ass
I delete her out my contacts, and cop a pair of glasses
All my fucks is past tense
I′m still gone be a asshole when scrapin up my last cents
Told the bitch to kill herself, I ain't seen her ass since
She left cause all my cash spent
But SHE mournin my absence
Been on my job, but no bread so I can't provide
Yeastless and still I rise...
And even still I ride for all my guys, who done tossed me to the side
Even though it nibbles at my pride
I let it die for the niggas who come and go by choice
Ignore my rings, but hear my screams cause they know my voice
Beat but never broken bitch I′m bout to bust a big one
Bring a bunch of ammunition and a box of loaded pistols
Niggas made as babies, tend to bitch when something tickles
Meds done got me in a pickle
Shit don′t never be as simple as it seems.
Dream killers pullin strings up and shit
But the scent of desperation seems to linger a bit
Now I'm attackin at the point of a finger
Them niggas built me. in attempt to kill me
Man none of that foxtail shit around my niggas, that shit is mad ugly.
That shit ain't TRIBE, that shit ain′t cool. that shit ain't nothin
Getcho goofy ass outta here (Seriously though, that shit is ugly)