text: Yeah, yeah
  Oh, oh
  Hard times call for drastic measures
  Yeah, yeah
  Aye
  Hard times call for drastic measures
  Im fucking up for my pleasure, feel like a bird without feathers
  Im fine, wish I was doing better
  I wanna car full of leather, a coat for every weather
  Get high cause I feel like I gotta
  My doink stuffed, rolling top shelf, smoking on Prada
  Slide by like Im tryna get shot up
  I give no fucks about your person, you pushed me once but I got up
  No, I wont retaliate, prove it to them, I validate
  The person that I am, thats the only way that I demonstrate
  When I start to duplicate, gremlins will now accumulate
  You see, I dont need a move, and Im fucking up your dinner date
  Listen close, concentrate, or get burnt up like concentrates
  Im never gonna stop cause my car only know accelerate
  Only here to motivate, only here to fumigate
  These stupid fucking rappers out the game, I must annihilate
  I, I dont wanna wait
  Put me in my grave
  With the hate
  Make me feel enslaved
  I will never breathe
  With the hate
  I dont wanna wait
  Put me in my grave
  With the hate
  Make me feel enslaved
  Your wrist in my face