[Intro – spoken, dark, cracked-out, sparse ad-libs] Millz make another one 902 Nahhh What the fuck? Still here Moon out Eyes red Phone dead DND It’s me [Hook – dark chant, grimy, repetitive, no melody] Blood all on the concrete, mind spinnin’ You lost the war and I’m winnin’ Life’s tragic and I’m sinnin’ Pain is fuel and I’m killin’ Rich with souls and I’m drillin’ [Verse 1 – dark grimy Philly drill, off-kilter, raw, no melody] I pop it up, uh, call me Poppa Doc, yeah Got two Glocks, feelin’ like Tupac, yeah Send a few shots your way — “no way” Yes way, you gon’ lay, leave your body there today Fuck around with them fuck arounds, you gon’ get fucked around Laid down six feet in the dirt Fuckin’ clown, you a pussy Fuck with me, I’m a curse Send you home in a hearse Your bitch left her purse I went, got the addy, pulled up, eyes red Phone dead, on DND You see me, ngga, I see you Grab the iron, head your way You got a knife and wanna play Stupid bitch, I took his life away He in a better place Lead in the head got him goin’ crazy Think he gettin’ kinda lazy Think he gettin’ kinda dazy You should lay your head right here and die Sacrifice your life, and you know why Don’t say nothin’, just Lay here and die [Hook] Blood all on the concrete, mind spinnin’ You lost the war and I’m winnin’ Life’s tragic and I’m sinnin’ Pain is fuel and I’m killin’ Rich with souls and I’m drillin’ [Verse 2 – grimier, more tweaked-up, same dark lane] A deeper pit like a viper with some reaper skin Lost in trauma, think I’ve been What you got? I’m gettin’ then What you lost, I got again Double robbery and a homi’, I’m tweakin’ it You boast online and I be seekin’ it Think you tweakin’? Bet Catch these nggas on the block and wet ’em Better get the cheddar, lost vendetta Shootin’, thievin’, stealin’, dealin’ under the moon Your homie time gon’ come real soon Made a pact, came back cursed You took a turn for the worse, now it’s gettin’ worse You in the devil’s army, tryna make a stack Now it’s time to pay it back You thinkin’ you a thug, but you can’t say that (nahhh) You thinkin’ I’m a punk, I’ma spray back (glah glaw boom) You ain’t fuckin’ with a regular, I’m the god of goons I’m straight at the jugular Mask down, black fit, walk in like a predator You ain’t sick, shit twisted everywhere Call me Waka Flocka, uh, take an opp and pop him, uh Where he at? You lost him, huh? You know what this life gon’ cost him, huh? Real-life monster, no costume on Real savage, want the cost upfront [Outro – spoken] Millz make another one 902 It’s me Still here
