[Intro]:

Wes, Wes, Wes, Wes

JC what up, Killa Cuts what up?

[Verse 1]:

Ayo, the trucks is Hummers in summers tires Pirelli smooth

Great TC's skippin' Liza Minelli, Mahogany lens, Burgundy frames, Wallabee kicks

Probably bent, tryna murder the game

Middle ground music, I'm tellin' y'all we did it

Don't flow, needs all my peoples LRG fitted

From New York glasses on table, dressin' goons plus just us in the building, fuck what you feelin', what!

Who responsible for West's resurrection, from bless the stress just is a lesson I guess, cats is jelly

Rather see me in a celly with a celly than on the celly

Tourin’ with Kelly as gas feelin' my belly

Ain't the same as playin' skelly with these **** instead of 4-star tellies, 4 slugs in my pelly, it's strife

To some **** is life gotta accept it, whether wrong or is right the songs that I write they like it

[Chorus]:

You can hate me, diss me, screamin' about me

Let me know that you thinkin' about me yesss

The animal you bringin' up out me, let me know that you thinkin' about me, yesss

Pop shit go ahead and shout me

Let me know that you're thinkin' about me, yesss

Gossip singin' about me, let me know that you're thinkin' about me, yess

[Verse 2]:

Yo, yo, yo, I smoke tree the wrong forest, thank God everyday

I'm a Virgo born in August with snake in my blood

No hate in my love, the things that you ain't capable of

Old guns that ain't makin' me tough

So focused call me tunnel vision, who I’ll be for my sons in prison

Open your A's if you don't wanna miss it, 'cause I'm the God in light

On the right fork in the road when the timin' is right, I walk on your fork in no hopes

Hope these cats is gettin' the message before the pressures of the industry

Get the best at keepin' you stressin' me, NOPE!

I see the weakness in every man clique

Fellas is either jealous of fuckin' they main bitch, is somethin' they can't switch

Bassman producin' ya

Devil DNA in your blood fuckin' with Lucifer

Cuz, strife is life gotta accept it

Whether wrong or is right, the songs that I write they like

Either wrong or the right, the songs that I write they like it

[Verse 3]:

Check it, my name is like the blood that pump in my veins

My flow is like the fluid floodin' your drain, razorblade to the jugular vein

I come from the pain, the harvester came with the game

Stay in my brain, claimin' they caught up remained the same

Fuck fame, can't change tomorrow but today’s the day

Leave it right before you take losses

Be your own man don't rely on fake bosses

Charges get acquitted and sendin' Marine enforcements

I swear, life in the common law state, got me waitin' erryday for an execution date

And these bitch **** try you but they don't wanna die

They see you in anything you can't look you in the eye

And these rap dudes is so clueless, talk the real slick sounding foolish, I'll show you how to do this, son, show you how we move in units, cuz!

Whether wrong or is right the songs that I write, they like it, CHU!