Shit, how would you act if your bro took his life?
And you know that you rappin' like all of these niggas
And you don't even trap and you livin' your life
The best you ever had just to see it come crashin', I'm burnin'
You don't know the feelin' in the car with a bottle of liquor, a pistol, a lonely killer
Ain't no love at the top, just a lonely nigga
Ain't no love at the bottom either
All these blood-suckin' leachers and bottom feeders
All these sores on our feet 'cause we over-steppin'
He just caught his first one so you know he reppin'
He just a lonely, lonely baby, yeah, baby
Peter Piper picked the pepper
I pulled a stick out, hit him, then I left him
She pulled my dick out, hit her on the dresser
We fucked my aggression out
She like a pretzel how I fold her up and put it in her