[Verse 1: ERROR]
What in the world has it happened to this
And i feel like it’s stupid i’m pissing out shit
From the bag the xanax i’m popping you bitch
Like who in the fuck are you speaking it with
All those people you have in your circle
Not with the action you talking bout hurdles
I’ve over come almost everything
And hearing bout bitches and diamond rings

Im bout to bust and aim at shit
Bullets through almost everything
Y’all don’t look at subtle things
Only what everyone can bring

I will go aim at every entrance
Popping with smoke like a bad intention
All of you rappers are just infections
Learn your lesson four fake depression
Idiot stay out my fucking mentions
You wanted this now you fucking get it
Selling your soul for a golden pendant
Bitch i’ll send it bitch i’ll send it

YOU RUNNING WHAT GOT NO PULSE RUNNING FLAT
ALL OF THEM SINGING THE WORDS IM IN FACT
DYING IN CIRCLES I CUT ALL OF THAT
WRIST WHAT I DRAG I NO FUCKING LACK
THE WORLD SPINNING SLOWER AS I FUCKING CHOKE
I HOPE TO GOD THAT THE DEVIL GRABBED MY ROPE
KICKING AND FLAILING IM SEEING MY ENDING ITS OVER AND OVER THE WALLS STARTED BENDING
IM OPEN TO STARTING AGAIN BUT THERES NOTHING
THE WORLD BECOMES DUST UNDERNEATH MY DEPRESSION
HEARTS BEATING SLOWER AS I STARTED FENDING ALL FOR MYSELF WHAT GENIUS LESSON

[Verse 2: BIV]
Top class, any bitch with a flat ass
Have this man feignin for the cat
Pussy make this fucka runnin back
Seems a fucka been cummin fast
Pain misery, you feel that?
You expecting me to feel bad?
Below the belt, finna hit that
Self respect get tossed back
Don't be comin when she fall back
Now's the time for the relapse
Get out of pocket, get your jaw cracked
Need a broad like a hole in the cap
Thought maybe you would like that
Ya body count been false facts
Your life bluer than my ballsack

If I take it back, attach, she throw it back
Now that's a fact, to pass ya act, there's no attatch, and further more we notice that, you think you slick, you hold my jack, you hold my pack, my nuts in fact, I busted in and out just like the trap
I got my smile like mask
Fuckas gone get it poppin
Dick swingin man, that shit knockin
6 inches got ya bitch rockin
Fuck the profit, I don't share pockets
Call it what you want it, call it like I got it
I see talk, but the walk is silent
The walk is silent

Say what you need
I'm just speaking peace
Supreme class
I claim fuckery

Can't trust ya face, you place ya case, and blame the way you think, and what the people say, you dug ya grave, and can't escape, ya fold ya ways, don't come around, this ain't ya place, you waste of space, a mothafucka wanna play these games

Take that bitch on a getaway
Bitches pussy like a giveaway
Brother man, do the runnin man
Spend a 100 bands, if the bitch will stay
We ain't never gonna be the same
Another level like we Escalade, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh
You hold ya problems to escalate, uh

You finna ghost that's fine now, yuh
Had my brothers since 09, yuh
Never been trippin when it's go time, yuh
Only time you score, when it's foul line, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh
Don't come around me or mines now, yuh