This the pay back, allow me to state that
All that forth back, we don't play that
You want beef, bruh, you just state that
And we steak that, fry and bake that
One time in the big ole south
Lived a lil chubby kid with a big ol' mouth
Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts
Now the same lil boy in a big ol' house
Look at him now in the big ol' cars
And the same folk hated pay big homage
One minute let me be candid
Used to stand by the garbage can hand to handin'
That dumb trap shyt, no proper planning
Seen ignorant shyt like geekers dancing
And rappers rap about it like it's so romantic
But I still can't seem to escape the panic
PTSD streets did the damage
Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons
Get me fukked up, it be's calamity
I'ma come through and leave some damages
Got damn somebody call 'ambulams', or ambulances out of chances
fukk that weak shyt, you be bantering
You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous (I got)
Fire, fire, fire, hot fuego
Take that, mother