Okay, so you wanna get active
Don't play when I come with the action
No Clank, but I roll with the ratchet
No case when I cover my face
Fuck niggas got fumes and I came in blasting
Don't move, niggas came in packing
My mood don't never stay stagnant
My tool gon' forever say— (wah-wah-wah)
On the west where you might get wasted
Weird on the waist, do you like my fashion?
Won't rest till I'm havin' my way
Better get out of my way 'fore you end up flattened
I'm in Fulton fingering the full clip
I'm at the pulpits, speaking to assassins
Fuck the cool shit, I want to see madness
Fuck cool, bitch, I want to be—
Huh, I ain't duck no nigga, I adapted
I ain't trust no nigga, I'm manic
I ain't cover no net, I'm picky
I ain't puffin' my chest, done had it
I hit the stage and the shit get mean
You hit the stage and the shit get average
Most westside niggas don't leave
Let me tell you what it's like to be [charging?]
I can feel static in the air, I can be the panic, unprepared
Streets is watching, havoc in despair
Keep an automatic if you're scared
Keep the mod attached and watch them yell
Sweep the card and crack it like a shell
Repeat until you're back from out of hell
Repeat until you're back from out of hell
In the night, I could be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans
It's on sight while I'm free from the Sun
In the night, I could be what I want (want)
Bitch, I like what I see when they run (run)
I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans
It's on sight while I'm free from the Sun (Sun, hey, hey, hey)
Pardon me for even asking, how much longer till you fucks in caskets?
Gortex line and winter jacket, and that's just my ordinary fashion
Turns out when I speak, I happen to have a pen as cold as Aspen
Turns out if I run this game, it's gon' be way more than them hundred yards dashes
Paris Texas goin' up, you see thunder, lightning get to clashin'
First, they didn't give a fuck, once they understand, they go and bash it
Kenny bring the peace, but he no Buddhist, we plan on putting boot to asses
We want more blues, more cheese than foster homes could ever imagine
We used to do apologies, I don't do that anymore
Last time I worked nine to five, I think I was 24
Then I said fuck normalcy, wanted drugs and many ores
Debauchery and many tours, jaws and panties to the floor
Pyru was right next to me, I grew up 'round plenty gore
Changed my life would make me poor
I'll pull up like Dante, bitch
Hit the stage with gun and sword
Hair was red like Paramore
She thought she could take the dick
Then I left that coochie sore
I went ghost like Paranorman
I'm the evil Ali
Float like moth, then sting like hornets
Fuckin' raw in California
Abortions are still legal here, never been a patriot
You won't find no eagles here, left and right in corporate pockets
The ending now feels pretty clear
AI taking jobs and fresh water, thank the billionaires
Revolution won't be televised, it's gon' be memed and streamed
Escapism to escapism, I be getting geeked
I don't know what nothing means
In the night, I could be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans
It's on sight while I'm free from the Sun
In the night, I could be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans
It's on sight while I'm free from the Sun (Sun)