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Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib

Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss

Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this

Cats always tryna' pick up the fist—"Duff this dude out"

Rappers stoop just to get to your crib

Now it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced

Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt

Back when I’d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off

Every time I rap I blast-off

Back when I catch court I always had sports

Dippin' on cops in my track shorts

So tell my mom I had to make it right

I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at night

And tell my pops I gotta take advice

Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics

See me, I’m the contusion type

A cat to smack the mic

Against my fuckin' head when I'm losing hype

RATKING, never losing hype, no

It's RATKING and I do it right, no

RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah

Bitch, I skated before I rapped

If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy

That someone could Noila Clap 'em, probably cold and passive

Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it

And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game

Momma put the quarter right back in the slot

In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block

Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it

And nowadays I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with

And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run

I got the gold cause I don't do the crying, bro

She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum

Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum

Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers

And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs

The room spinnin', finna yak if I don't hit the blunt

Got the chin waggin', slim chances of me getting up

After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion went

Dodge fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling

Six hours or more, brick out on the tour

Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit

Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses