 Badness is where we end us We not shoot people, we end up in the red grass No Talibans like them here, we are showrunners Make you not sleep in your yard in four months That's how we make people mourn out Like yalla get down the house Laugh bars full of kids that we show about And if you see me travel with a 9X And none of the politicians with me, I go vote out Four kilos, four seats and four rounds