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