I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk
And nobody give a fuck they just watchin me hang
Everybody think it′s a game
Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
And you won't see me in a cemetery that′s were I came from
I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name
The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that shit neva stops
And bitch I'm schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin
Y′all Mothafuckas don′t got no shit but you rappin a big game
I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
I kick it wit nobody cuz nobody stay watchin my 6
I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my click
I′m dreamin about all the shit
That I really wanna do when I get old
Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold
