text: This the typea shit that make ya head go bang
  Bang bang to the wall poppin out veins
  Break a thang but itll neva make the shit same
  Too much I dont give a shit to really change things
  Neva listen what another folk say
  Less he got more money comin in than Bill Gates
  Maybe then I can learn one or two things
  But Id rather take a psychedelic shroom then what got to say
  Sick of having nothin in my fridge but a thang of salad dressing and a little bit of moldy rye
  Buddy told me eat a little bit of that shit
  I would trip like shit said boy youll die
  No wonder why I never trust a soul anymore
  Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth
  Foth down and the goaline pass to myself like Im Brad J. bitch, fuck everybody else
  Hey hey hey, hold up mane
  Bout to change the pace on you motherfuckers right quick mane
  Check this shit out
  This is the type of shit thatll lead to bangin yo head
  Like my chick when she cracking the head of my bed
  Is enough of it never enough for me spending my time doing nothing but shit that I dread
  Never wanna wish upon another deity when I can wish upon me with never dealing with a priest
  Watch that shit you say, your God aint savin you from shit
  Sortahuman!
  Dressed in all black and its dark as shit
  Lighten up my body, finna spark that shit
  Looking for my car, where I park that shit
  When I hit that joint, I hit it hard as shit
  Hop out my whip, so quick we dip
  I swing, I drip, I smash, I ship
  I love my life, this lifes a gift
  Some good, some bad, its really hit or miss
  We should realize this is a feeling of bliss
   out the bullshit, work this or solve this
   piff
  Whats that, whats this, whats up, what if?
  Its never fucking simple, think about what you miss
  Thats why I say fuck a hater I aint got time for this
  Just keep it 100, its all about originality
  Stay focused on the grind best believe thats my mentality
  They dont really know shit about me
  Do they really know shit about you
  Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows
  How we get here, God Im confused
  They dont really know shit about me
  Do they really know shit about you
  Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows
  How we get here, God Im confused
  God Im confused, its the other kinda dudes
  God Im confused, with a different kinda crew
  Fuck the industry, fuck playing by the rules
  Stay true, do you, do what you gotta do
  Gotta stay on my grind
  Gotta stay making moves
  Gotta stay making tunes
  Nope, I aint got no time for the booze