Why does everyone come around me with their hands out
Want some shit for free, goddamn, get 'em ran out
Stand down, HRS, you know we stand out
Stand against us, blacca blacca, then it's man down
Man down, staying at it 'till it pans out
Put this dope on tracks like it's packs getting gram-ed out
Competition, competition get this barrel crammed down
The throat 'till they choke, let 'em croak then I jam out
Get the f*ck out my way, I got something to say
I will f*ck up this game if you f*ck with my name
Hidden, rhythm forbidden, incisions are given
Like scissors, I'll get at your feelings like f*cking your sister
Hey Mr., why you put me in back of this van
It's dark and dank and I can't feel anything but the back of your hand
Shut up bitch, a glimpse inside the mind of the abyss
Never meant to exist where the righteous of us live
In the mist, breathe it in, can you see the indication
I am nothing, I live among the lost generation