It's the man from the dirt
Still puttin' in work, still pushin' up weeds in the concrete
Lookin' for the serve
Got bags if you 'bout that, I could really tell what you're worth
Go put 'em in a hearse
Gettin' money just a perk, y'all tryna get killed with a curse
You fake like Nerf
I hate all this sh*t, I'm exactly what you deserve
Die young, goin' on a suicide run
Puttin' down all my [?], b*t*h I'm [?]
I been creepin' through the mud
If I'm lurkin' in the dust, prolly searching for the plug like [?]
Living in a cold-ass world
Rollin' down the street, finna [?]
With the smoke trapped in and the bass go boom
b*t*h, I don't got no love
All alone, just got my blunt
Solo but I'm so high up
Gold teeth, gold rings, gold racks for the [?]
24K, 28Gs, all of my real ones know what that sh*t means
I took your b*t*hes, I stepped on the scene
Yung Death the motherf**king entity
Rappers come to me and get on their knees
Producers come to us, now everyone knew that [?]
I'm underground, b*t*h, I'm frozen beneath
From the [?] out to the [?]
I'm from the gutter like f**k [?]
Merc everyone then say "f**k it" and leave