[Chorus]
Them buck young schmucks
Trying to run on my will no feels
Like ugh, why you fucking with that?
Y'all n***as don't know how to do shit
Gotta uplift your phone
Fuck rhyme and die
Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar
Hollywood sign inside of your hands
Think I've been high 90 days straight
Day rave, pave then make haste
Be careful what you pray for (you just might get it)
And always read what's on the label

[Verse 1]
You gotta have it
You oughtta give them the heart you manage
You sorta average [?] man
You sorta savage
The god he passed [?]
We packed up his possessions until [?] done
Massive [?] emancipate the [?]
[?] seen the sun
[?] believe in truth
That's less than three and one of them to see
But the things you think it'd be swimming to be
[Chorus]
Them buck young schmucks
Trying to run on my will no feels
Like ugh, why you fucking with that?
Y'all n***as don't know how to do shit
Gotta uplift your phone
Fuck rhyme and die
Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar
Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up
Think I've been high 90 days straight
Day rave, pave and make haste
Be careful what you pray for
And always read what's on the label

[Verse 2]
Kinda hard to tell what you supposed to do
When you got all these things that you're working through
Like kids and bills and pills and school
Here are the feels, I'm letting loose
Get me sick at the [?] everyday
Send me a semi-automatic
Enemy poping the children
They botching the blood
Causing a ruckus
Young cousins are watching
The block in the oven
Cooking the [?] then we stomping the true men
Low function upon the shore
For cocking the 70 foreign
Taking a chance
Got the [?] while working the [?]
I think I'm one of the spirited torn
And tormented, morbid, deported
Deplorable courts emotion
Emotion the scourge
Corrupted, distortion
[Chorus]
Them buck young schmucks
Trying to run on my will no feels
Like ugh, why you fucking with that?
Y'all n***as don't know how to do shit
Gotta uplift your phone
Fuck rhyme and die
Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar
Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up
Think I've been high 90 days straight
Day rave, pave and make haste
Be careful what you pray for
And always read what's on the label

[Verse 3]

[Chorus]
Them buck young schmucks
Trying to run on my will no feels
Like ugh, why you fucking with that?
Y'all n***as don't know how to do shit
Gotta uplift your phone
Fuck rhyme and die
Dumb, comma, dollar, dollar
Hollywood sign inside of your hands, up
Think I've been high 90 days straight
Day rave, pave and make haste
Be careful what you pray for
And always read what's on the label