Nineteen, already jaded
Medicated mid-day, ask me if i'm faded
Pa**ed out on a zan just to blur my hindsight
Actin like i'm Zant just to drape the city in twilight
I'm like a young Ill Bill, David Koresh cult leader
Watching k** Bill, feeding hits to Walt's creatures
Before the foreign paper, a dollar 2 quarters for a chaser
f** a major, record in morgues, ask who the neighbors
From a state that harbors viked up harlots and Mr. Ventura
Beef is deaded on the outskirts of Las Venturas
I'm blackin out in cold sweats
Give yo b**h that Colgate
All up on my Codec
Heart Metal Gear for your hoe's sake
Feelin like a pharoah, or a young Pharoahe Monch
Black and milds to my bone marrow at my local haunts
Loaded, gone, spit like a Rottweiler rabid
Yeah i'll be in these dirty vans when I live lavish
Bad habits, worse intentions
I can't see myself ever worried about a f**ing pension
Almost 20, barely alive
I'll let Heath know about the accolades when i arrive