I got a real short list of shit I like to do Get money, kick shit I just wanna ball, yeah That's the list, nigga, that's it I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day Double with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured Put it down, bay rolls in the neighbourhood We're catching cases, I got to catch some paper good Lil homie asked me 'how you know you came up?' I say you deal with less bitches wearing lace front I don't like 'em, feel that way about 'em Lotta rappers, I don't talk about 'em OD niggas ain't gon' bust a grave, man, they just talking loud Got body, got a problem nigga, go to war about it Have a problem understanding your logic, man Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London And some more money Don't believe it? Well, you a dummy Ain't no pun intended Never tearing girls in the mention Ain't no renting in it A rebel when I fucked that bitch It ain't no coming in it Since my first album I've been serious Ain't no funny business Bitch, ain't no funny business No weapon,'gainst me prosper But it's welcome to form Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the foreign Ringing bells and blowing horn when my name called I'm just a self made nigga with the r I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day Double with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot I'm a dope boy legend Street form revving Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke I bet a Wraith on the super bowl In the kitchen, super cold Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstore Though I always had a plaque and a hit Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks If there's thorns in the Wraith, got the titles in the safe Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case Truck, truck, Lambo Gun, gun, ammo Me and black, lefta a back to back that's my fammo He a white man, camo Who is she? she wanna cake I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day Double with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot I'm a president swag In the slum with the hat now Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out Dab in my bag, give it to her, where her ass at? Dick gang great, give it to her till she pass out The whip can, b12, for baking soda Stretch a quarter out a hole, no detail Shout out to all my nigga, who legit and now they figure Now they rich and you just get it to blow Ran round in the road boy Came out the bottom, they ain't making no more, boy Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing Tryna be flipping work till they come through the hallway K-I-N-G, can't deny me Niggas still rapping 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga See it on my face, dawg I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg I just wanna ball in the Wraith Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, keep it all in a day Double with the paper till the day I die From what them bitches saying, for what them niggas doing For you were getting going, I was getting cured I just wanna ball in the range Brawl in the Wraith When I wanna, I'ma take my shot Yeah, yeah, yeah

Windows down with a frown Ash on my jeans Been up eating beans These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head But I'd rather be dead Got no bread Out of meds I can't find no tranquility Put me out of my misery Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental My lifes accidental At the drop of a pencil I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin a rental Oh no don't tempt me I ain't slept in six weeks Haven't ate since wednesday God damn I'm empty I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead Some people wanna call me a pussy Some people wanna call me a bitch Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad Lift up that chin I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists 2 slits I'm gone in the endless abyss One way street and i need a fucking lift If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup Gulping it down til' I don't give a fuck