[Verse 1: LIL INFECTED]
Uh, got a blunt, pop a trunk
Fill it with a fuck-boy, bitch-boy spillin' his guts
Stomach acid mixed with blood
Staining my all-white white-laced SB Dunks
Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket, wallet got to have somethin'
Otherwise, I gotta snatch somethin', so I pulled out his heart from his chest
Left the rest for his bitch and then left them, I ditched for the seventh
Fuck a motherfucker duckin', tuckin' in his tail
I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers tryna see me fail
Creepin' like a vulture, bitch, I'm followin' his trail
Pickin' on his bones for the flesh, leave the flies with the rest
Leave his body growin' pale
Close his mouth with nails, dead men tell no tales!

[Verse 2: LIL FAMINE]
Yung Jack Torrance with some bodies in the storage
Lil' broke motherfucker wit' enough to pay the mortgage
Got that torture in my barrel, them ghosts inhibit my mind
It's that suicidal junkie, Yung Scorcese of my time
I'm-I'm creepin' with *59 in the Overlook Hotel
Takin' one look at us, you can tell we come from hell
I'm smokin' and chantin' spells, packin' a couple bells
Poppin' waves back to back, I'm always ridin' the swell

[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
With all these drugs in my system, be hard to keep my attention
(?)
I see no one but these figures
The risk of losin' existence
The only reason I’m itchin', itchin' to change up my present
Without me switchin' the mission of making millions
Intention to get it quickly and strictly
‘Bout gettin' money not flexin'
Then get some benjis, start flexin'
And snatch a ring just for fun
'til I strike them digits and add it to ya
You’d be wishin' that you would’ve fuckin' listened
Wish you listened to me
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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