[Instrumental]
[Verse: Monster]
...failure, pop made me rebellious
The nigga blew weed in my face, i wasn't intelligent
Poured liquor in my bottle, said I'd grow to be a model
But I grew to be hollow, learned to never follow
Seen cowards die a cowardly death, seen the good die young
And seen the old die stressed. Man, I'm probably next
Therefore, I wrote my will out, and realized I ain't got shit
Look, I'm bankrupt without a drink in my cup
Got baby mama drama, and my dog is a mutt (Grrr)
You can laugh, but nigga, ain't shit comical
Especially when ya money is funny, it ain't Comic View
We specialists who specializе on dead'ing guys
The TEC will spit, we wrеcking shit, so recognize
Niggas petrified, I suggest they died
Bitches mesmerized, dead presidential vibe
Legitimate, nah nigga, I was running wild
Mama's only son, doing coke by 100 Mile
An hour, no flour, this shit was powder
Sell x and pump raw, like porno stars
I'm the hardest nigga alive, no dead man walking
2 pussies with beef, equals a whole lot of talking
2 cannons with beef, equals a whole lot of sparking
No rules of engagement, put his brains on the pavement
Previously, I had close encounters
When the counters get too close, my close encountered hollows
Niggas swallow their pride, wanna reason it out
Hit his stomach, make him bleed out his mouth
Get the weed out the couch, roll a baseball bat
I'm Travolta with the holster, where the face-off at?
Keep a toaster, more bread than your neighborhood grocer
I ain't a pretty nigga, you don't want my face on a poster
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Niggas is bogus, I listen to old heads
Take advice from the wise, they told me bout fighting and slicing the pies
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Damn, youngin' you got an M16 and you 16, just bought mom the big screen
Brand new blue Buick LaSable, even bought your man a TEC-22 with the label
Tazers, razors, more materials, two jews, to kill a boss and general
Loose screws, the sawed-offs the minimal, scrap metal, scrap metal