Ready, Set, Start

Yeah

Oh shit, here come the best part

Weapons from the Death Star

Puttin' metals through your Kevlar

Methods unorthodox

Due to the endorphins lost

I'm morphin' to some sort of corpse

Don't snort the devil's nectar

It's hard drugs and memoirs

Don't fuck with shit except ours

The rest is lightweight

For Christ's sake, I'm knockin' heads off

Depressed off the meds I acquired for my depressed pops

Cause, I like the rush more

I'm Herman Blume— don't get crossed

Amongst the privileged pissin' on groups of little kids

Litterin' mobbin' ignorant flickin' off all the fed cars

It's young Reptar, duelin' with the Templar

Where the wicked and the sins are

Gettin' head with the Benz parked

My repertoire of records broken, every single check large

Once you gettin' M's you start to question who your friends are

Yeah, from out the dark the million men march

Ready, set, start (Ready, set, start)

Yeah, yeah

Okay, said

The music secular, I'm givin' bitches dental work

Let the homies get a turn, man them hoes just never learn

Some meth to burn and the connect is bout to get some sherm

Tryna get so faded I forget that I was ever born (yeah)

You new rappers is all the lil homies

I need a bitch that sip 40's and keep the pistol for me

I'm finna O.D. I know it, I need to slow down my dosage

The money hittin' my phone but I don't answer I'm loaded

See I give a bitch the stale face

Good dick and a band-aid

That ass got an address, I come early like a tailgate

Painkillers before the liquor at snail's pace

I treat the world like it's jail bait (fuck it)

Yeah

And I am not your enemy

But I bring the devil that's temptin' me

I do not fear your ignorance, the open mind is infinite

I escape this prison, fit in better where the sinners live

I'm dealin' with urges emergin' from dark places

I try to hide 'em though

Lies I hide behind keep remindin' me I'mma die alone

Higher than I can handle, my mind is scrambled

I'm tweakin', what do I believe in?

All my dreams turn into demons and they thirsty

It's seven thirty, try my best to hurry

Victims don't get the mercy, nuttier than Eddy Murphy

Tarty to the party, now it's common knowledge

I'm a fuckin' problem

Yeah

I chew this shit, God bless me

You will respect me

Is all good I got the Based God to protect me

Been smokin' less weed, meet my new friend Speed

I'mma fuck the world up till they forget me