I'm going to be me to the day I die. It always gets worse before it's better. Yeah. So there's a couple of things that's been on my mind I know that nothin' lasts forever Ayo, the birds get to chirpin' in the mornin' if you up With the ice-cold wrist to turn your water to slush Or turn your daughter to a slut We in the cut dangerous, I got Supreme on the beef And they jeans with the cuff, I put the cussies on the cuff Boss cut it and now I start a stain with your blood White duck spot like birds in the sky The bell twerk, you see how that pot work like gelato time So you get hired for work, I be high off this earth When you a prophet, you gotta face backlash Your 17 scheme is over half before math class I treat the block like Baghdad, it's a triple bag ride I'm the slick jack, whoopin' a stand-up man for a rental tag Think shorty got the ghetto ass I'm on the terrace after this, I'll take a trip to Paris You niggas perish, but I know a virus like Lou Gehrig I'll hock a loogie on you niggas, shouldn't be embarrassed Look, the fruit bearing, never bearing unless it's Davis Golden State wages, moonwalk on stages, the book of life pages It all started from the slave ship Baby, I'ma be me till the day I die It always gets worse before it's better