Intellectual language arts take off of your head, no remorse

143, I love you, speak in Morse, yeah

I smoke drugs all day, think I need a new torch

Serving up hell, I'm causing a new discourse, yeah

I came from nothing, bitch, I grew up piss-poor

Heart so cold, so I don't feel remorse

This shit is sour, did it like it's crack

Hold the fuck up, this be hard when it's good

Please let me know if it's good, sure

I'm off the drugs, bitch, I'm finna go run

She be trippin', I knew she never, ugh

Kill 'em all, says the voice in my head

I made it so lay down instead

I'm really turnt in this bitch, I'm a mess

Intellectual language arts take off of your head, no remorse

143, I love you, speak in Morse, yeah

I smoke drugs all day, think I need a new torch

Serving up hell, I'm causing a new discourse, yeah

I came from nothing, bitch, I grew up piss-poor

Heart so cold, so I don't feel remorse

Never much needed a bitch, I already know that

A bitch need me, I'm swaggy, I know I'm the shit

Don't have anything, no identity

More or less, somehow I have betrayed

Plants, roll up that dopey that way

Hutchin', I'm jumpin', I fucked up my knee

You listen to this, get you some clarity, brr

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow, yeah

Hahaha, holy shit, shit

Yeah, yuh