Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt

(You did good, $lick)

Ay, ay

Glock is tucked but the chopper ain't

And I'm aiming for the horizon

Fully automatic

Scope this damaged, so I plan on everyone dying (Kill 'em all!)

Power residue on my license

Mixed the cocaine with some ricin

Tears of blood, roll down my cheek

And I can feel my lips start widening (He he he he)

Now the whole sky's full of lightning (Oh)

Now all of the vultures arriving (Oh)

To pick at the bones on the highway (Oh)

Cover my face up in white paint (Oh)

I need to hide, the law passing by

Police sirens give me a migraine (Oh)

Bingе drinking only to strip up a purge

Yeah, I guess you can call mе a lightweight (Oh)

Hellcat trucks with the Forgiato's

I got fully-autos on the nightstand

Got a black coat

With a TP9 Swiss Uzi B&T the Taliban

These heavy hollows, turn 'em Sleepy Hollow

No time for sorrow, I'm the black lamb (Baa)

From the badlands, out to Japan

Hear it strike lightning when this backhand land damn

I be that half-man demi-god

That's why they call me Zeus

Mount Olympus couldn't handle us

So I'm down with Hades pouring bigger juice

Got a hundred troops, we all takin sips (Woah)

Drop the coupe top, let the chopper spit

When you ten toes, ain't no taking shifts (Woah)

I'ma spin the globe 'til there's nothing left

AR choppa hanging like a jury

Brad Pitt in the tank, fury

Pull up tweaking off a lotta med

Glock17 shooting prematurely (Yeah, yeah)

I was pushing tar up in a hoodie

I been who them boys wanted to be

I'm who you avoid as a juvie

20 kicking doors up in Goodbee, yeah

Grey be the flag

My diamonds they brag

I hop in that big body like I do drag

Cancel me please, I rather be banned

Fuck all this rapping, I rather go scam

I rather get high, I rather go die

I rather just run and not even try

Revenge of my drake, pain in my eyes

Nailed to the cross, burn me alive (Wetto!)