I Think About Swingin From A Tree And Carvin My Name In The Trunk
And Nobody Give A Fuck They Just Watchin Me Hang
Everybody Think It′s A Game
Until A Pussy Mothafucka Witta Gun Go Insane
And You Won't See Me In A Cemetery That′s Were I Came From
I Ain't Tryna Go Back Up Under That Stone With My Name
The Only Thing I See In My Brain Is The Face Of My Pops
He Tellin Me This And He Tellin Me That I Swear To Me That Shit Neva Stops

And Bitch I'm Schemin Like A Mothafuckin Villain You Claimin You Killin
Y′all Mothafuckas Don′t Got No Shit But You Rappin A Big Game
I Know It Be Hard To Be Keepin It Real When You Fabricate Everything
I Kick It Wit Nobody Cuz Nobody Stay Watchin My 6
I'm Puttin Up Nobody On A Pedestal Nobody My Click
I′m Dreamin About All The Shit
That I Really Wanna Do When I Get Old
Like Drop Out Of Life Become A Monk And Study The 8 Fold