Traveling forever in the darkDarkDarknessinto blacknessThere and backAlways blackIt screams across the sky Nothing to do but lieI put a check up on my neck,life check it and a hit,I signed for a couple million,you only touch a hundred thouI don't be giving up.I don't know.I'll be giving up.I said, wherever I went,I do whatever I want.I'm counting that money for fun.You know, popping new purges for fun.Look,coming live from theone out of five.Coming live from the three,two, time.Whole gang * eastbound and they downjust like Danny McBride.Why all we see yo dogs in the city?Think you boys left some soldier behind?Just like the J.U.boys tried to buy.That ain't going to fly.Nope.I took that one off of the table.I told what's on is the label.I stay with that on like a tie.I stay with that on like a bagel.I say what I know like a lightsaber,shot to my ex on my lightsaberMy Glock is hit on the night table,you light on the waist like a lightsaberIn Seattle it's the me and Twiz,I hate you boy more than I ever didYou rappin' my * that you never did,my dog in a can like a metal lid3 the kid,3 the kid,3 the kid I don't be givin' no fucks,I don't know what you call it,I don't I don't be givin' no *,I say whatever I want,I do whatever I wantI counted up money for fun,you know popping new purges for funI love how Twit got a gun,couple of my Twits on the run,couple of my Twits selling runsCouple of my Twits hit em up,you need a couple of my Twits sell a bunchCause your money got to taste like it's lunch,we on the side and we puntBut that's leaping the day off the sunBig body left, try to sit down,say it like it's Sunday,get shot, then get fried You really have no sweat,so what you do?You look back,try to take mineI never needed no help,I never needed nobody,I ain't waiting no lineBetter be a man that do the time,if you need to come,bitch, why you cryin'?I should put up in everybody,I got a lot of money comin' inI took out the phone with my d-men and tell me that I'm gon' winI could be wasting time on a n***a,I just be running up a fuckin' check* the bitch, I make her sweat,huh, I'm gonna dab on my own spit,huh I put a check up on my n***a,life checkin' a hitI signed for a couple million,you only touch a hundred thou'Ain't nobody stealin' style,ain't nobody want your soulTell me who the * gon' * off Tell me who gon' make it outI don't be giving no fucks,uh I know we can call it homeI don't be giving no * I say whatever I want,yeah I do whatever I want I'm counting that money for funYou know poppin' new purges for fun