Those who are indifferent do not see others

They are nothing for others and are unconcerned

With what might happen to them

They are surrounded by a great emptiness

Filled by in fact

They're devoid of all hope as well as imagination

In other words, they are devoid of a future

Where do we fear death at the end

Okay

A stay slanderous, vacate Nazareth

I just came back **** thank Saint Lazarus

God flow make a **** pray we can't catch him

And this crazy land active 'til the day change African

8th gate shattering, they can't challenge you

Pouring champagne on your grave brain cannabis

To mix with your remains, smoking A-grade pack of 'em

**** played games 'til the game came after 'em

Ha, but now jig is so up

I'm here to take the system over, I'm into solar

Might hit your bitch and hit the doja, I spit from Hova

I hit the strip and switch the tone up, and switch the flow up

Like, what are the options

Running, be covered in blood from your nostrils

**** be talking, they're ducking and dodging

Bitch, I ain't fucking with none of the nonsense

Bro I don't know are you summoning hoe

I'm a son of a bitch, I'm a cussing conflict

Stuck in the mud, I ain't running from nothing

Run up on me, you get thrown in the garbage? Yeah

Least I know my place, card is black skin

We might all die based on the factions

Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy

I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem

Least I know my fate, God is black skin

We might all die based on the factions

We might all die based on the action

When you gone people like to have you

When you wrong, people like to cancel

When you wrong, when you

See the light people like to damn you

See the light people like to damn you

Ayo, so I don't give a fuck about your motherfucking judgement at all

These **** hoes be rolling smoke like a hundred cigars

It's nothing at all, this tunnel vision come with them scars

But fuck it, we still gotta eat cause all my brothers been starving

Come and get sharpened, someone said it's one in the morning

I've been standing in the gutter, couple suns and before then

Running through storms and jungles filled with thunders that roar

And rumbles the floor, so tell me what the fuck is the point

Of being goody two, all my bitches bad as my attitude

Passables, all of my **** promised to act a fool

Smacked a few, who had a few raps 'til they black and blue

Catch a crew lacking, it's tragic the way we had to do them

When I die, fuck it, I want to go to Las Vegas

City of sin, henny, and gin tried to all save us

Many who end, plenty begin drown it all to satan

Least I know my place, card is black skin

We might all die based on the factions

Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy

I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem

Least I know my place, on the map when

We might all die based on what's happening

Least I own my fate, y'all are mad men

Nothing to lose, nothing to prove, my ****

Something to do, something to do, my ****

Find me a prophet or four, my ****

Might be a monster, what are you, my ****

Find me a prophet or four, my ****

Might, might, might, might be

Might be a monster, what are you, my ****