Ive been through a lot boy 
Ive been through a lot boy
I aint gonna stop boy
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
I aint gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin from the cops, boy
Yeah
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah 
Call it what you want, boy, yeah 
We call you a opp, boy, yeah 
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? 
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah 
Call it what you want, boy, yeah 
We call you a opp, boy, yeah 
Damn, Im a real life GothBoi 
Why the fuck you lyin in the streets? 
Why the fuck you lyin to me? 
Why the fuck you lyin to her? 
You couldnt even buy her the purse 
Everybody wanna flex on each other 
I just want some money for my mother 
This aint a competition 
Please listen 
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah 
But I sing about bitches, yeah 
Cause I really know killas 
And they are not like you at all
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
Thats why I got respect, cause I aint a fuckin liar, boy 
Yeah, yeah, damn
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah 
Call it what you want, boy, yeah 
We call you a opp, boy, yeah 
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? 
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah 
Call it what you want, boy, yeah 
We call you a opp, boy, yeah 
Damn, Im a real life GothBoi 
You aint on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
You hot, boy?
That aint smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy
And for what?
Youre diggin ya own grave
Youre diggin ya own grave, yeah