text: 1-87 
  1-87 
  1-87 
  Cause yall Im on a roll
  1-87 
  1-87 
  1-87 
  Cause yall Im on a roll
  Young Cobain
  No gas in my tank
  Not a thing on my name but the rest of this strain
  SpriteBeatz on the beat
  Peace in the 
  While Im K-R-double E-P in all streets
  Wandering alone either dead or a live
  But I wanna be dead sometimes
  Fuck out my face
  Never took a freebie or a handout
  No banks
  Dont borrow
  No break
  Thinking bout how the world can be
  Dont wanna give a thing
  Wanna take away everything from the place
  Howd it get there in the first place?
  Everybody thinking that they dont give a fuck when they taking all the time to write that they dont give a fuck
  Get up out your feelings and quit
  Quit your bitching and do some shit, bitch
  See all I really gotta say is that I find myself in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines
  It only really happens when like Bohemian Rhapsody in every song
  Now tell me if its getting old
  I dont really give a fuck but I kind of just wanna know for the sake of the knowing
  Thats all
  Take a step back
  Let me get another six more, hoe
  Keep on hating like you never been drunk before
   behind your phone
  You claiming that you really put it on
  But I dont see nothing strong
  Just another weak ass bitch with a mic and some wifi
   to make a sci-fi
  Better return them jeans
  And cop some self esteem
  1-87 
  1-87 
  1-87 
  Cause yall Im on a roll