[Verse 1: Deadzz] I'm feelin' like I’m floatin' Finally I'm bowlin' Money is floatin' I’m feelin' like I’m floatin' Money is floatin' Everything is floatin' Ay, what you gonna do against? Ay, you already know I’m best Me and Surg1 in that KDS shit Run it down, we the best, we the best bitch Run it down, little boy, take a sip Little boy wanna charge, charged me a hundred fifth Ohh, charged me a hundred fifth, even called home Everyone saw my tailgates, what happened in two days Naw I’m sayin', like concerns Run it down like Pro gang This is my pro-to-log, my catalog, my has-hurrah Hey, hey, hey Treat a nigga like hypnosis 3K’s meals bringin' scoliosis Run it down, motives, ex move it Man, she gone ruin shit, she gone ruin shit What’s it plus the time? Run it, I got the multi-money vines Times, and cut vines, we gonna die Tonight, we gone see who gone fight for it With my redstones, my man got the headphones like Joey Bada$$ Run it down, we rest up We 1999, Lil Ugly Mane Run it down, you know my birth then was stained Do not play me We the underground Lil Ugly Mane [Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane] Ne-ne-never catch a playa actin' friendly, talkin- Never-never catch a playa actin' friendly, talkin' to the- [Verse 2: Surg1] I wouldn’t never catch a playa actin friendly, ya get me Talking like they against me, pretending Like if I start reminiscing, thinking about avenging Talking all that shit about the Grammy’s Sticking to my family, I get handy like I’m Manny Rest In Peace my granny, such a tragic ending Floating so high in the sky, looking up with my eyes Doing this all the time, I’m the master in disguise Every day, wearing hats and clothing to block the lights Sacrifice our everyday lives by wasting time Because all my shit just passes by Like a bi, I could choose either options I pass by in between, like it’s fuckin August I float upside, I don’t know how to function I hope they don’t catch me like a selloff in an auction But I don’t fuck with them, every day I be hustlin' Switched up the beat like imma do it again I stunt front up yo bros, leave yo bitches looking throwed I’m getting fucking high, I’m getting hella throwed Hit ‘em right in the fucking core, set in stone Set to 6 seconds like I did it for the Vine All these tones and beats that I designed You already know this that KDS shit With Kayden and Deadzz, I’m rockin all this shit [Outro: Lil Ugly Mane] Ne-ne-never catch a playa actin' friendly, talkin- (yeah) Never-never catch a playa actin' friendly, talkin' to the-

When death occurs, you know imma make it worse Imma slow down like I’m on a perc 30 And I’m bouta tip to the first Because if I’m last, imma rush it, I don’t get it first Uh, imma make this cash, get a thirst When I’m sitting on that fire, I might need some thirsty I’m very thirsty, now I need some water Gettin’ home, like a biological father When he comes home with the milk It’s gon take years, feelin’ like I rent a grill And im about to smoke this shit like I’m on the grillz Smoking on this bitch, feeling like I’m bout to feel a chill When death occurs, you know it’s gonna be so soon Feeling like this is gonna be another tune, so stay tuned Before you get out of moves And I’m ‘bout to stare at the sun like another moon And I’m blind when I see my eyes Feel that cash I’m an indisguise Uh, goin-going broke isn’t right Uh, going broke is another lie Yeah, feeling like it’s all a lie I don’t know why but feel like I’m on the slide And I’m about to catch these bitches on the site Get it when I die before I commit suicide Nah, that ain’t ever gonna happen, it’s a lie You know I can see you right through my eyes Uh, I can see your mind everytime I’m blind Well you know I’m sleepy, I’m alright Uh, imma rise to this shit that all the people mad, gets treated as a crime Uh, before I get the period Feel it like I’m nearing it and I feel so deliberate I tried to freestyle As you can see, it's not that great But fuck it mane, I'm just tryna do another song

New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up I still see my enemies, searching for my destiny High up on the ecstasy, like if I’m a frenemy Stuck up like a tragedy, hope that you ain’t mad at me Blowing off the raspberry, I’m just like Jim Carrey All these beats that I carry, blew me up like a fairy Where I be so high to where I might feel fucking weary Pussy taste like sweet cherries, pop up like a small berry Pull up to yo girl and steal like I’m bout to start caring Man, I said you already know How the shit comes, I switch up the flow South side child bitch I come out from the low From the East slums, I be special, I’mma glow Bout to start a show, make them shake up the floor This the new generation of the H-Town soldiers Passing all the files like I pass out cassettes Cuz they still around, never fell off yet But now it be easy like throwing up a jet The tapes still rollin but I chop up the sets She be choppin' yet I screw up the sex That’s how it all goes cause I come from Texas Where elbows and candy paints be the way of flexin' These follows I ignore, like those that endlessly textin Like if I slurred a word, they just try to correct it I might take their shit like if it was a collection, uh New enemies still poppin' up (uh, uh) Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up (uh, uh, uh, uh) New enemies still poppin' up (uh, uh, ay) Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up (yuh, yuh, yuh) New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up New enemies still poppin' up Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

(Surg1 back on the beat!) [Chorus: Viper] We got cash, my haters stay broke We got bread, my haters stay broke We got bucks, my haters stay broke We got money everywhere, my haters stay broke We got cash, my haters stay broke (shh) We got bread, my haters stay broke (ay, ay) We got bucks, my haters stay broke (Houston, we gots a gangsta problem) We got money everywhere, my haters stay broke [Verse: Surg1] I got money on my mind, but I ain’t stayin' broke Them haters so mad that you always stayin' broke Imma make you mad until you choke, on your food, no So, there’s hope for you foo We know you a fool, fuck it, I’m cool You know what’s the rules The rules is don’t stay in my drool Uh fuck, where’s my Juul? You know she so cool, uh get the fool Bitch I feel like Deadpool, I slang on your crew Slang on your crew, and your hood, and your crew All you bring me is slack, no slack in my mac You know where I’m at, I get you with the mac I don’t keep it PC, I bet I stay with Mac's Talkin' no cap, you talkin' all caps You and your whole crew, imma attack Don’t play with me or you’ll get shot in the back, bitch [Chorus: Viper] We got cash, my haters stay broke We got bread, my haters stay broke We got bucks, my haters stay broke We got money everywhere, my haters stay broke We got cash, my haters stay broke We got bread, my haters stay broke We got bucks, my haters stay broke We got money everywhere, my haters stay broke

My skin slowly evaporates, throughout the day But it also deteriorates, I’m out of place Such an ongoing problem that I has to face Tried resisting the pain but it never goes away It might’ve been 2 years since it stayed Momma’s all worried that imma break out Never was a doubt, but there was a doubt So, I take a med pill, and swallow with some water in my mouth Just hope it doesn’t go through the wrong hole So I take some amounts just to be careful And I stuff the fucking trucks, know I said it simple But it was quick like popping the pimple, cause there were also issues Imma pop that shit like a fucking missile Imma let you fly into space like I’m Mrs. Frizzle Imma pop that shit like a pistol, hold on Imma listen to shit like Sex Pistols And I get that shit cryptid messages like I’m crippled Gettin everything, feeling like I’m writing a ritual It’s schizophrenic, I cannot feel it Im going crazy inside I hope im not finished I’m sorry about the things that I did I hope you accept it All the memories that I shed I just paused it ‘cause I’m at the past and everything feels like magic Hope nothing’s too tragic Nothing will ever last there soon What’s happenin’ The walls are made of plastic Nobody’s ever passed it Why do I ever last it? Feel like Duralast it

Well how is it now I tried to explain and tried to break it down I feel so shit being around and involved around the corners of the house I had nothing to solve Nothings the same, nothings too much to handle I lost my pair of sandals And I don’t wanna touch the doorhandle Oh god that’s all I can say that I might need me a damn maybach Probably so I can lay back Wait hold up lemme playback, oh Nothings the same nothings too much to handle I lost my pair of sandals Don’t wanna touch the doorhandle Oh god I’m still young, still young But I tend to inspire a couple of fellows But I’m still young I’m still young, still young But I tend to lead a couple of fellows But I’m still young, still fucking young To carry it out in the back of my back where do they come from where do they come from it felt so wholesome but they come in like I owe some shit but really what was it Where’s my part to lead in, I feel so fucking shit I feel so fucking shit I am bleeding Not physically, but mentally around my big family Fall so flat like I’m stanley Need to drink to step it in Back at it again, low in the pack wind unlike back then I have a few amends like making an album, come back it again I am a man of my own words, creative, never was stiff Yeah my baggy baggy eyes Now it’s not the time I ain’t surprised of how tired I really am or of how stoked I am easy to say I ain’t no stan People wanna beef but never had time to spam Wouldn’t stand a chance To become who they wanna be Instead they waste their time on social media, pointlessly beefing I get so tired of what I’m seeing Pointless to say, they’ll never be reaching what they wanna be, im stoked sadly I broke my ankle like Achilles My weaknesses are mad at me But I don’t have a foot of an athlete Least I didn’t smear it off of an concrete Well it’s never like I was dead meat Or if I was, I hope the best that they catch me She did the lines, she did the coke I’m just right there drinking coke Still wonder if there’s hope So, what do I know? All I know is I don’t know nothing People’s mouth come out as nothing Open up the gates, it’s time for something Oh god help me, lord have mercy All I know is I don’t know nothing People’s mouth come out as nothing Open up the gates, it’s time for something Oh god help me, lord have mercy Ugh, I’m always tired The pain, it’ll never go away You can try to numb the pain, but-

(Ayy) (Surg1) [Chorus: Surg1] Ay, ay (ay, ay) On my phone still trappin (what) But it's different when I’m relaxin (what) Still fucked up bout what happened during the day of the back end (yeah, ay) All of my racks be packin (ay) Occasionally subtract it (ay) Load with the Glock or the MAC-10 Day so quick, the way how I dash in Cooking dope in the lab, no water in the tap (wet, yeah) Guns be loaded with packs, no slack in my macs (yeah, chu) [Verse 1: Surg1] Diamonds so clear they react, but the water that flow be badass (cha-ching, ay) That mic during KDS, ways how I give and pass (yuh-huh) The bass that booms, it be so too hard to attack (ooh) We never go down, takin over, we never give lacks (ohh ohh ohh) Fuckers be actin like dicks (ooh) Always act like they made a hit (ooh) But they never was legit (legit) Meanwhile, I get it til I’m rich (rich) She be feeling like a bitch (bitch) I woke the hell up (up) Damn man its like a bitch Hovered down, get it now before I fucking spit (ughhh) With all of these cash that I’m bout to go split (shii) Making dreams come true, feeling like the shit (shii, uh) Money that I fold, went cha-ching, counterfeit (blatt) Lighting it all up, damn it’s all lit (ooh) [Verse 2: Js Kayden] Talkin smack, hit wit right hook (woah) Read y’all bitches like a book (oh woah) Feel like Luffy, look for a cook (woah) Level 1 nigga you a crook (ay, oh woah) Sneakin in, nigga we done snook (woah) Robbed for yo shit we done took (ay) Want be like me, wish you could (yuh, ay) Light shit up like it’s wood (ay) Ayy, yuh, ay ayy Yuh, ay, yuh, ay ayy Yuh, ay, yuh, ay ayy Yuh, ay, yuh, ay uh Bitch I’m up gaining traction Split shit up like a fraction Went through like transaction Fo' yo bitch I’m a distraction Don’t talk to me no interaction Go to the bank get this cash in Bitch I’m Shanks, guns for actions Spend too much, my money subtracting Bitch I’m Michael no fucking Jackson Yeah (ayy) [Chorus: Surg1] Ay, ay, ay On my phone still trappin But its different when I’m relaxin Still fucked up bout what happened during the day of the back end All of my racks be packin Occasionally subtract it Load with the Glock or the MAC-10 Day so quick, the way how I dash in Cooking dope in the lab, no water in the tap Guns be loaded with packs, no slack in my macs

Mane I be back on this Houston, we gots a gangsta problem Cuz I be feeling like I’m going too hard to be around and shit, ay Man I go back trippin everywhere, I feel like I’m a trapper I mastered all the basics of becoming just a rapper You creep in like a bastard, a house full of swishas I’m like what’s up with ya, fore you get sent to the ether Yo mind is gettin realer You druggin like a dealer Cuz you used up the inhaler There’s no time for a hater Fuck it up just like a raider No more asking favors Save that shit for later Cuz you just like a complainer Bitch I ain’t yo waiter, you shake it off like a stripper One take then you grip her, the Amber Alert dealer Bitch, I go super hard like I be the super spittah Too hot in the studio, like I spit even realer So I step in to the ozone, bitch I feel like Frozone Where is my super suit, I hit em like I’m so cold Took up all the photos, hit ‘em with a 4-4 Made a lotta big dough, talk fast but flow slow Never knew what was my motto But I stayed right in my zone Googled on your shitty chrome, that shit be hittin home All up on my phone, writing what’s up in my dome You chewed up all the Haribo’s that’s loaded with the dope That was straight from Houston, this be that Screwston This was just in that the new gen lit up boosted Run out like a hooligan, pull up in a cardigan Elbows with the candy paint be the final project Man I go back trippin everywhere, I feel like I’m a trapper I mastered all the basics of becoming just a rapper You creep in like a bastard, a house full of swishas I’m like what’s up with ya, fore you get sent to the ether Man I go back trippin everywhere, I feel like I’m a trapper I mastered all the basics of becoming just a rapper You creep in like a bastard, a house full of swishas I’m like what’s up with ya, fore you get sent to the ether, ay

I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind Once it arrives, I’ll give it some time While I remind myself with a chime Basically I check it out, picking up the phone Sippin coke, even when I froze, might as well choke Basically I check it out, picking up the phone Sippin coke, even when I froze, might as well choke On my phone, powerless and light And the sun is shining bright At least in my mind, I could save some time Money on their minds, spendin something they could find Imma hop on another call, another VC I wanna hop on a call, that’s up to me But then I hop on a Rari, just to spend some feelings Going at an after party, just to pop pills by the ceiling Patience, patience, patience is key I wanna save it, save for another day just to sing Sippin alcohol, getting faded, overseas Than I spend a night in my granny’s house, for a week Sunshine, outside, feel the rays, feel the breeze Filling up the pain, with the stains, from the bees Sometimes it be hurtin’ when I go fucking pee Someone brought it up, on the surface, I wanna see What’s in the streets if the smoke try to get me? I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go, I go anywhere with my mind Yeah, I’m on the grind Feels like something I could find Yeah, let’s make it right Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Where did I go wrong Where did I go wrong Diamonds on my vlone My life is so long Where did I go wrong She want to sing me a song, but I don’t know about it, anyway Ohh How does it feel to be dead alone? Yeah I get on everything like this is a song Don’t know if anything is possible, yeah Don’t know if anything can be unstoppable Uh vamanos, like I ordered Domino's But you know imma vamano, yeah like I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind I go anywhere with my mind I go anywhere with the mind

I did it once again but imma do that shit again I’m stuntin on ya hoes, right in front of ya friends Parked up with the Benz, stretch it out before it bends I freestyle all day, I don’t have to play pretend Writing on my dome like I type it on my phone Chills all up yo bones, sent it straight back from home I ain’t home alone, gettin turnt with my homes Like a cuh, I rock that truck, listen to corridos alone Skirting off the road, setting burns all up the tone Marks all on the ground, like a landmark set in stone Born from the Southwest, that’s where I have come from I don’t sell the rejects like a single man in prom Rum bum bum bum, I already feel the drums Grew up on screws and chops, skips all on yo songs And I am what I’m not, I can start up with a roam I stay here for way too long, I got shits set for posts You crushed down like Rome, juice up on the side I don’t act surprised, I’m a master in disguise Uneven compromise, I see nothing but lies Stack up during time, I see my newly rise I could slide around, leaving all ya hypnotized But avoiding all the gases like its carbon monoxide Or heal up from masses like hydrogen peroxide Stepping out of nowhere, coming from the other side 1969, Houston, we have a problem Lead up fore I solve em, leave em dead like a possum Run out of options, but I stay grinding like I robbed em Saved it like colleges, don’t know what is costin I stayed posted up, meet me by the Buffalo Bayou I stay vigilant but I pray that I don’t have to fight you I stay with the stock, but you’ll get shocked just like Raichu But know that we still homies, I’m always right beside you Yeah, I think that’s all I have But, sometimes I just be thinking about things and I just be seeing things as well Like, I be seeing things that nobody else can see Other than me

[Part I: Headburst] Aim it and cock it, don’t fuck nigga- fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it, I- Aim it and cock it then click, fuck it (This is a certified hood classic) (Surg1 back on the beat!) Aim it and cock it, don’t fuck nigga- fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it, I- Aim it and cock it then click, fuck it- fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it, I- Aim it and cock it, don’t fuck nigga- fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it, I- Aim it and cock it then click, fuck it- fuck nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it, I- I remember when I flipped over and I had a head burst Crying out Bloody Mary, I think I need some thirst Never want a perch, always need to make sure that I need to be careful, like said, safety is first That’s all I heard when I was lurkin' in the 31st They steady twerp when the drugs kick in first If there was a cure, but all I ever learned was You can have a gift or you will die with a curse Lay down the line, just like the line, just like the- Line, just like the line, just like the- Pipe, like the blunt gettin’ sliced at the end of a- Pipe, like the blunt gettin’ sliced at the end of a- You can die as a hero or live long to be a villain Well the block for sure might’ve done some killin' While they wild all over streets like Wild n' Out And they over there passin over drugs onto vast amounts I don’t need to introduce myself using pronouns You don’t know my background or what I’m about Shooters overnight, you’re out like a man down I’m out, damn Sike, once more, get the fuck out of the door I be creepin’ on yo corridor, hid in like a fast resort And I cook up some new beats, probably wanna distort Never like mainstream taste, bitch I go local Who is that peepin’ at my window? There be lots of shit going on outside of the food store Like elbows on wheels, dripping out so slow And there be some fine women, mane I love to see those, ho Uh [Part II: Caught on a Wire] I feel empty, please tell me Help me, I’ve been caught on a wire I feel displeased, I need to breathe Help me, I’ve been caught on a wire (caught in a wir-) Now when, you slide on me, you slide on me You slide oh oh, peace out, yeah yeah You slide on me, you slide on me You slide oh oh, peace out, yeah yeah You slide on me, you slide on me You slide oh oh, peace out, yeah yeah You slide on me, you slide on me You slide on me, oh ohh, yeah yeah

I’m floating out the room, fill it up with psychiatrics Runnin’ out of breath like I’m in band practice Don’t want to doze off, so I suddenly subtract it I wanna get through the day like who’s the fastest? And I come out of the ghetto, but I still act ratchet I fucked myself over like they cut trees with a hatchet One take, I catch it, always thought its passive I hate my own self but I guess music is my passion Don’t hit me with a voicemail, I’ll rather answer later I never like to ask anyone for a favor I like to do it on my own like I run at a pacer Not so religious but I say the lord a savior Building up the egos like problems with behavior I never waste my time to deal with a hater I just push that shit aside like its just a baiter I always try to do best but I’m not some waiter Who always serves everyone else’s with their favors Every time I jam, I’m just gonna ascend But the puddle that I’m stuck in, makes me descend I lay there and rot inside, its like a dead end Tryna think of how it all then begin I love you so much, we started off as close friends Now I just hope to see you in real life again But I hope this won’t be the destiny of my end

I come again with questions Am I alright or being pulled I might need me a concussion Should I die or should I live I see the same stars It drifted me way too far Is it fine that I’m livin’ Memories were so fine I come again with questions Am I alright or being pulled I might need me a concussion Should I die or should I live I see the same stars It drifted me way too far Is it fine that I’m livin’ Memories were so fine Everything around me is all new to me Especially everyone around me, I’m making a scene I miss the times where I laid back and drank some lean Some purple purple shit, and now I’m pretty much shit myself Well mostly gray, but purple as well And it’s kinda like I’m the elf on the shelf Do I need some answers, do I need some help I’m all alone, and I am all by myself Ay, ay, ay When cars crash between the bridges, it has begun a new confliction Just to end for a broken finish Thats when tragedy stuck, and I’m fucked up on the crush Never cared bout drugs cause I’m still new to the cut And I’m tired, so what? And what came through You choose me against you Choose me without you The things I been through I then yelled, “F you” What has this come to All by myself, no more help I can’t help it, I can’t help when it’s just me without you, you King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on

Memories are like a mix of bliss and regrets I just gotta make sure that no one takes the rest Now its time for me to lay down, get some rest There were so many let downs that prolly I confessed I need to let go of what was dragging through my head But I can’t seem to find out what needs to be out my head It’s like the biggest part was the amount of dreads Marked over my face, I may be closer to death Ever since I was a little boy, I was depressed Speechless and now deprived, wish that I was in bed But all of that changed when I suddenly grew older Talking out of the rear and shrug my own shoulders Sat at the tree stomp by the edge of the boulder Realizing that everything around me would eventually be over Like life, for example, but who knows what would prevail I just pray to god that I don’t get sent to hell Finding ways to make my new album go sell So I could probably get a stack or two, who knows if it’s real Otherwise a flop is obviously, definitely a fail Look out for the best and tell them you wish them well This is not a talent show, no show or tell You just wasted your time fiddling around with jail cells Up to a maximum sentence? No way that’s for real That shows how the world is as a psychedelic trail Surely all I felt was regrets that made me feel pale Prolly on a scale of 1-10, I may go over cause its real This is not a mockingbird to make money for the deal It’s only the creative shit that only I can peel I’m kinda in the mood where I’m up at Dr. Phil Tearing up so emotionally, broken up like shells Now you heard all about it, you know how I felt When the human rights slowly devolved, like slavery in rails