Six feet in the dirt, goin' up with my chest

If they talk me down, then I'm stepping on they neck

Imma set a target down, now I'm on to the next

Steady beating on his face 'till his very last breath

(Huh, huh, huh)

Until his very last breath, well fuck, now I'm conscious

I'm tired, hungry, high, nauseous

Stop the nonsense, I'm getting tired of that shit

Goin' up to the top, yeah you should've trust the process

(Huh, huh, huh, huh)

You bought fake coke, yeah you should've used a middle-man

You ain't ever been on big shit, yous' a little man

PayPal banned me, lookin' for a settlement

Find where you at and imma beat you in the face

(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Find out where you stay and I'm stepping on your toes

You ain't been to the army like G.I. Joe

Fuck the friendly competition, I ain't hanging with my foes

You do open mic

We sell out, you close

(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Bring the yellow, tape the white

Tape, 'cause I'm so straight

Break into your house, take your life

This is all a waste

Punk is what you make

I'm oblivious, forget about the day

Whole time it's just another fucking mistake

I keep moving, I don't care about what you say