Til Da World Blowz Screwed Up

I'm out here, I'm doing my thing Motherfuckers know me, yes I gang bang

Don't question me if you don't follow 1 through 17

Yeah I rise so low, you know I'm cheap Gangster disciple, that's the sound I claim

You can tell by every letter in my name I don't break reports to no one

Yeah I got my blade Yeah I'm finding what I want paid

I'm here now, black and blue rag Flying out my back, packing like the American flag

Black socks, half broke to the right Pitchforks held high, I do this every day and night

Stardiver chain, I'm shining mine Free Larry Hoover codes on my brain

Fuck renegades, I'm close to an OG Got club pop on G, can't forget with G

Till the world blows, I'ma keep it gangsta Till the world blows, I'ma keep it gangsta