Flying on a beat like a skyline
Every day is flip trick
I'am spaced-out
Wanna dropping down, get a stage diving
When the 808 sounds like a night thunder
I'm locked and loaded and I wonder
You know what exactly has value?
Bitch is not fucking money and your jewelry
You fall to the grave without it, think about it
I keep my thoughts on the hard drive and I vibin
In my flora and fauna I turn up the volume
No cash in my pocket, no cap on my bottle
Hatred in my head and say to the world: "Fuck you"
ay* I am always dressed in black
No ice on my wrists no gold on my neck
Low life, low key and low kicks on wet pavement
Ash on blue jeans, death breathes behind my back

I don't give a fuck about this rich life
Low life moutherfucker
Fuck your money
Fuck your jewelry
Fuck your bitches
Fuck your cars
I don't give a fuck

Ain't have guap on my bank card
I don't give a fuck
But I have no doubt that
I still makin' this sound

Life is aiming at me with a red dot like a glock
But I elude the shot and stay alive *stay alive*
Bitch, this whole life is addiction
Burning bridges and moral demolition
Thoughts of this and death are my inspiration
Devil shit is my favorite speech cliche
Oh shit this material world is sold for fucking cash
Sell ​​yourself waiting for death
Money is sauce and food so that I can record this track