Verse 1
It go $#&@ rap, ya'll don't listen to me anyway, let em hate, i'm here to mother$#&@ing set it straight heavyweight an impressive traits my resume or it will be, can u feel me? cuz yall still sleep I bless ill beats n fill sheets with real deep messages, wordplay specialist n the penmanship is complex but switch make it sound effortless let me spit, I'm intense wit this I never slip collect my chips n stack em high up as mount Everest, that's the game plan, but its been delayed, I been afraid man the yo the restlessness was hectic it's a cold world yeah u bet it is n I ain't need no control verse to git competitive I get it in impressive pen game don't mess wit em n u better off in the swamp alligator wrestling yeah, top a the line specimen knock knock let me in, can anybody hear me?? U ain't got no right to stand near me better bow in the presence a your excellence u'd think someone jus injected him with mescaline he's $#&@ed up if he think that he can catch a win u cadets cant even keep up with my regiment I ain't hesitant that's pathetic since I got a little shine now I'm worth mentioning think imma show love back fammo guess again, exodus im out this (*##$ how can kids just doubt big switch its sacreligious im back to business stackin figgaz what now


Verse 2

It go $#&@ yall u ain't helpin in like anyway let em say whatever the $#&@ they finna say I been okay picture painting illustrate the feelings till there real n u relate to em u can create to em everybody got a little bit a hate to em everybody got a little bit a snake to em, I jus look n they eyes n I see straight through em, im buggin out they wanna throw me in the funhouse so im lookin for a window tall enough to jump out I jus wanna drink a 40 n go play in traffic this lifes a test and I ain't found a way to pass it, they say switchblades dramatic, blood strained mattress she did it to her own wrist why would I slash it? and $#&@ up the fabric, this is real life this ain't mother$#&@ing rap %#@!, cleaning up the blood with some water n some napkins pheening for a buzz u can probably imagine living in the state im in is mother$#&@ing tragic its madness im passed this the past is the past but I can git passed it we don't got a lighter $#&@ it dog we using matches, I don't give a $#&@ if its glass or its plastic jay, pipe whatever man I smoke it till its ash if you ask you receive please lay me in a casket I see death around the corner but I cant grasp it we use to smoke jays now he sucking on that glass dick real %#@! friends fade into the blackness im tryna stack chips like we playing black jack (*##$ the hat with the jacket its all gotta match big bad switch blow your house off its axes got the world on my back like im atlas a savage an addict ready to reek havoc biting all the latches off my $#&@ing straight jacket (what)