[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Dear lord help me forget all my sins, one minute I think I’m good
The next thing would be my death
Hit up J. Chet, let them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ know we next
We coming straight for the neck
We running up for them checks
Grab the AK, reload it and let it bang
Call your ♥♥♥♥♥ mayday, cause she go down on me everyday
♥♥♥♥♥♥' spitting twisted lyrics to calm all my senses
♥♥♥♥ a label, and a handout, ♥♥♥♥♥, we independent

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
A cold day is always feelin' the same
In the house of pain, wait for habits to drain
Never let up, I always get up
And running thru the problems I deal with may be the same for you
Rather be alone, in my conscience for so long
As I sit in stone, I let my intentions be known
Blood curdling sour, cause I live by the hour
Only a minute to scour to find the source to empower

[Verse 3: CHETTA]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea
And ♥♥♥♥♥ I'm dead talking
Dead walking on the set
Dripping wet coffin
Gone pull the AK out the back
And get that ♥♥♥♥♥ sparking
Gon' switch the choppa
For the MAC
And now your ♥♥♥♥♥ jockin'
The police ride around
All day chalking
But I just chalk it up
Don't give a ♥♥♥♥
'Cause I ain't talking
Ain't it awful
How they sleeping on me
I'm Posturepedic
I got pull with plenty ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
They gone want me
'Til they need me
Okay