Music: Thorne Baker/David James
Biv：You ain't main topic, you side note
Why though? Do you even think you fit the title? Rich folk despise you, I know
Who that pussy die for?
Nice, though
Money cause, mags in the bags; keep your eyes closed
Mine wide shut but I keep to me and mines though
And my smoke in these bitches, go viral
**** a idol, bitches lack of any title
Eat the rich, suck my dick, they're the government
I see fate, you can hate, you a part of it
Where you stay?
Ain't been safe where they comin' in
When twenty down, they enter spade, jump in front of itJump in front of it
Td：(Jump in front of it)
Dumb mother****ers wanna die over a briefcase
I've been losing sleep over what he said and she say
I've been in my bed dyin'
Monday through Friday
**** you tellin' me to do?
Like I'll be dyin' my way
Wanna step up and talk to my peace, bitch?
All I wanna do is **** girls and get rich
Drugs that'll kill me, baby, left it on the console
Everything's so pretty
When I'm driving with my eyes closed
Td&Biv：Yeah, yeah
**** the American dream
I quit
Welcome to your life, bitch, tag you're it **** the American dream,
I quit
biv：Now these pussy-boys wanna pop out
Look at daddy's little dropout, big bad man'
Cause he pull up with the cops now
Bitches, **** you and **** twelve
We 'gon leave you in a box now
They keepin' haste and I love it
Grabbin' garbage when
I jump out in public
Life been a long time runnin'**** it, dyin', everybody need somethin'
Biv：I been good,
I been great
I still love,
I still hate
It's not real, it's not fake
I'm still me, just mistakes
Do as they told, not what they taught
Got the club sick lookin' like a crossroad
All my friends been tryna sleep it off
I'm sick of watching dead men talk
Biv&Td：Yeah, yeah
**** the American dream,
I quit
Welcome to your life, bitch, tag you're it
**** the American dream,
I quit