[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
If you don't know, really don't the know scope, sit your a** down cause you finna learn
I'm grippin' on the fo', and I'm reachin' for the dope cause I'm finna roll me up a little purp'
I lost a couple homies and I lost a couple molars, had a bit of a problem with chugging surrp. Been in it for a while, never even crack a smile, all I really care about is what I'm worth
Life is overrated, I'm all about the afterlife, and so all I really do is spread the dirt
Blow the roof off, man, I take my shoes off and let my feet touch upon the barren earth
I had to come up out of the motherf**in' slumber and touch you once again with a druidic curse
From here it only goes up, but it only gets worse, I'm about to spread the damn curse
All about the gain and creepin' on a devil stang, but I ain't even never had to take a purse
All about the come-up, you won't even see me run up before you can feel the hollow tip burst
Body full of hate and i operate in a pattern cause I know you get your money on the first
Always out of line, mentality volume nine, dispersin' negative thoughts on a urge
Baptized in the ether since birth, if you want to live a lie then you'd be better off in church
I don't give a f** about anything other than myself and what I do is none of your concern
If you really believe your decisions in this life determine whether or not you goin' to burn
I should let the Fahrenheit of cremation engulf you and dissolve you to nothin' but ashes in a urn