I thought I would leave the whole world blind, niggaMother*** all of y'all, the whole world dying, niggaThe way that go tornado, it's been a round and roundI'm mad, it really ain't much to say, so that's why I don't talk a lotThe *** is we talking about?This is a dead manYou know I don't give a *** about swankin' no cone, I go on a dead endEverybody outside, get the *** down, I'm shootin' a fence brandMy lil' cousin died, I'm shootin' at everybodyMy chopper up behind, sangin' planThis shootin' boys, this *** ain't addin' upIt's my mouth or somethin', but a nigga feelin' playedMake a nigga go jump in traffic, put my mask on to get my cakeThis *** ain't addin' up, when a nigga's a trash, somethin' they gon' feel my painYou them niggas who talk a lot, ain't never part of the shot, this *** insaneGather round, I got some *** to say, we at the campfireWhen the sun go down, I come outside, it's late, with some vampiresAny nigga don't slide, need to go back where he stayAnd get the *** aroundThese nigga bitches ain't never backAnd the type of problems I'ma bringMake a nigga tell my mama, be eye for eye, shot for shotWe could go claw for claw, I'm knowin', boyI control the weather, tornadoes never stopDestroy the boy, it could be acapellaAnd a beat be nothin' but shot, bitch, door boyIf a nigga swipe her backpack, it couldn't be nothin' but ***I ain't sayin' I can't with TaylorThe opposite side, it's nothin' but shotStraight up, bitch, so we be for realTwo, no Smiths, it's nothin' but glossTold that bitch in her location, she think I wanna ***Really, I know she *** with the niggasI just wanna dropI love my squadFind my squad, I go hardBefore that ***, and it's upWhen it's up, it's doneTold her, send her locationShe probably think I wanna ***Really, I know she *** with the oppsAnd I don't want to dropMe and the bros got no optionWe locked inWhen it smoke outside, wherever the opps atWe gon' block, manDope in the bushesGet from my mustacheWhen the cops hit*** ain't addin' upMust be my math or somethin'These niggas ain't rightThis *** ain't addin' upIt's my math or somethin'But a nigga feelin' playedMake a nigga go jump in trafficPut my mask on to get my cakeThis *** ain't addin' upWhen a nigga's a trashSo I'ma get my cakeThey gon' feel my painMe and them niggas who talk a lotAin't never part of the shotThis *** insaneGather round, I got some *** to sayWe at the campfireWhen the sun go downI come outside, it's lateWith some vampiresAnd the nigga don't slideNeed to go back where he stayAnd get the *** aroundThese nigga bitchesAnd the type of problems on my brainMake a nigga tell my mamaHe should just be homeCan't stay at homeOn top of ayou