Barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me

Plague with the wicked ways, it′s back to the rapturing

Actually capturing souls in a black canteenOpen the cap and become blackened

Back to the back of the 'llac

Flicking cigarette ash

Got a chain made of crack

I smoke diamonds and laugh at y′all strapped with the gat

Like I'm actually scared to die

Pull the fucking trigger, blah blah blah blah blah blah

Back to the back, eyes rolling back

Spent all my racks, spent it on crack

Spent it on smack, look where I'm at

Ain′t going back, ain′t going back

Got a heart so cold, remember selling dope

Remember selling coke, DEA pulled me over

Plain cars, plain clothes

I didn't bend an inch, I′m strictly sticking to the code

Few years ago was masked up, robbing stores

Set 'em up on Craigslist, then robbed ′em at the door

I'm at the bottom trying to eat, I got no hope, fuck

Big Ben′s death had my head fucked up

I'm popping roxys with the benzos, chest fucked up

I guess my luck's up