VERSE 1
They say life can be a (*##$, so can my main chick She always keeps it real, ironic that she got fake tits She like my style, she love the hair
Said I remind her of Johnny Cash

D, you be killin' 'em everyday
You should start wearing more black
I'm showin' up, I'm showin' off

She showin' out, I showed her how
I showed her in, I showed her down
Now I got to show her how to slow it down

Got a little purse, got a little dog
Got a little attitude, a nice fashion sense
I had to put her in timeout...'cause she's the baddest

(*##$
My coffee black, my chick white That coupe red, that light green My haters blue, that purple stuff Her pink lips, that brown drink
I let 'em know, then let 'em go

Got a weakness for them yellow bones And if she like her white boys
Tell Rihanna please hit up my phone
CHORUS

Y'all cant compete with a young mother$#&@er Shout out to your moms, I'm a young mother$#&@er A wise man told me, "got to fake it till you make it" I'ma do like Makaveli, I'ma make it till I fake it
CHORUS
Kill me now?I'm so fresh I could die

Hope you feel me now?dressing good, living right Bury me alive, 'cause my outfit's suicide
I'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life
Kill me now, kill me now, honestly I can't take it

Kill me now, kill me now, it's gon' make me more famous
Kill me now, kill me now, shout out the people that I came with You should see their faces, look momma I made it (kill me now)
VERSE 2 - CASEY VEGGIES

Young hoe killa', rockin' chinchilla Swag worth a milli, run the whole city Built it from the ground, find your sound 'Cause I got mine and this %#@!'s so fly
I don't even know how I get so high I'm on my grind and I just rolled by Geek'd up in the discrete truck
And the trees tucked and my seat up

My feet up, I'm too good, I'm Hollywood, but I'm too hood
She Mollywood and she staying up, I'm pulling up and I'm paying up Walk in the store and ain't saying much
Don't talk to her if she playing up

I drop her off at the metro bus and beat it up like a metronome
In a special zone that won't break
Like a special homie that won't hate

She feel me now, you can kill me now
When I was younger I was a special child
Now I'm older and I'm bolder, and I put her to sleep like potions And I wake her up like Folgers, and we sailing out to the oceans

And I swim good, I win good, I lose some, but I fake none
She in a two-door with that loud bumpin' that Veggies in her system Damn, yeah, yeah that man, come through like damn
Yeah, I do my thing like damn, man

CHORUS
VERSE 3
Riding in that Beamer, thinking this could be my last trip

Feelin' like I'm Pac, except my Suge is a bad (*##$
No Death Row, just kill me, no I.O.U.'s, just bill me now
I been around, you was around, I'm still around, you feel me now?

Oh man ain't that life, ain't that right, ain't that nice, oh man, ain't you left Behind, I'ma go till my death, real hood like I'm from the projects
Get It How You Live, I'm a Hot Boy, on top boy?God bless you
Acting real Juvenile, asking, "what would Mannie Fresh do?"

My new bad (*##$ looks exactly like your sister
Met her at a show and she asked me for a picture
Then took off her shirt, and asked if I would kiss her

I said, "what about your brother?" She said, "he's a $#&@ing loser"
I'm just killin 'em, I'm playing %#@!, my latest %#@!, my greatest %#@! My mixtapes gon' be albums and my albums gon' be greatest hits God damn, I'll kneel down, crown me now and watch me rule $$#assinate the young king and have six bad (*##$es guard my tomb