text: Aint nobody ever did shit for me so I wont do a thing for them
  Motherfucker step back trying to be my fan I can see the bullshit with no contacts in
  I dont want no friends, I dont need me a Benz
  Got a Marquis red with the limousine tint
  Ride around town and they cant see me
  Im gettin road head look at me drive slow like an old man
  Trust nobody Im the same old kid
  Workin like them motherfuckers who are makin little ends
  Sippin big lean when the homegirl spins
  Got my 11 Vans on stepping on your 10s
  Im a mean ass kid
  If I did it for my daddy hey would have to throw it up to R.I.P
  One morning he did not wake up from his sleep and now he deceased
  Buddha he told me thats just how it be
  Hand in that booth like a brand new beatin so watch that shit if you wanna keep breathin
  Pitch white skin so I get alotta heat, but I dont pay mind to an anti KREEP
  Anyway you mad cause your bitch chose me a skinny young Ghoste with them all gold teeth
  Plain black tall tee always been a Outkast freak and thats still me with my big buck teeth
  Whats the point of livin if you livin like a bitch
  Wont take a risk if you keep a lit wrist
  Aint no wonder why you no longer got your chick
  If youre livin with your momma still on that tit
  Motherfucka Ive been on my own shit
  Straight surviving sufficiently self providing
  Sprinkle psychedelic mushrooms on my food so I can levitate and get away from you fools
  Aye, runnin and gunnin
  He be that nigga Killa with the 12 gauge
  Nigga get slayed every day from the shit that I say
  Better yet its from the shit that I spray that leave your whole fuckin body in a cave, but anyway
  Nigga that wanna run up and talk shit, they get put up on my hit list and get hit quick
  Barrel up to your mouth like a Bic for no 
  That nigga that Killa be comin around and killin with the quickness
  So uh, you might wanna slow your roll before I lose control and take your soul
  And no goin back when I be up in the lac wearin all black now what ya call that? Bitch nigga fall back
  Im a schema nigga when I be up on the scene
  Finna peel a nigga cap with the infared beam
  All you gotta do is go and give Killa the word
  Shotgun leave his insides sitting on the curb
  As I tip-toe back to my Cutlass and light up a spliff, in my whip
  If anybody wanna start a problem best believe that Ill empty the clip
  Straight off the rim when I spit on a beat I kill the shit
  Spit so much heat I leave the mic extra crisp
  No gang fame with the angsty shit
  Schema boys and we fuckin ecstacy, nigga