With the BS - Tech N9ne, Big Scoob, Red Cafe

Slegna Headquarters, 2014

Everyday is a struggle

We dread the day and pray we make it through the night

Anything turn up we with it

So I buzz cut my hair

Put on my please-come-trip-with-me suit

Lace my boots tight and what

Ahhwoo ahhwoo ahhwoo

Turn up, turn up

Hard times living in this bad land of mine

Everybody on vanilla skys by design

A lot of my brothers are buried, a lot of 'em in their prime

So take my chopper and stick it where the sun don’t shine

Ahhh — please don’t make me make you say that

Tripping cause momma ain’t really happy where she stay at

I can’t afford to move her away until I pay that

IRS a new Maybach, I’m tripping don’t come my way, Jack

Son needs a way through college

Daughter too, harder, you gotta pay for true knowledge

Sinner eyes when a guy get layed off

Everything ain’t payed off enterprise

Beam up, I’m finna die, in a lie, them and I minimized

I’mm kinda tripping in my go clothes

Step with malicious intent, I’m throwing bolos

To my soul goes

The average person they hurting cause for certain everybody’s doe low

I’m with the bullshit tonight

If they tripping I ain’t tryna do right, uh, uh

I’m with the bullshit tonight

Let it loose on every devil in sight, turn up

Yeah, tell 'em I’m tripping, I’m at war with these devils

Dumped that bitch in the gutter, they can’t get on my level

I ain’t give a fuck about nothing with the way I’m strapped up with this metal

I was tripping in the back of a truck that I done packed with these shovels

I don’t want no problems, just want you to leave me the fuck alone

Before I end up inside of a cell and have a neighborhood inside of your home

My money be funny just laughin at niggas

And the hoes they got keep asking them niggas

How I’m crashing them niggas while I’m passing them niggas

Well, take your seat and fasten them niggas

Before I dispose the trash of them niggas, go to smashing them niggas

I’m on that bullshit, ain’t nobody finna pull shit

D got my wrists rolls-es balling, I’m on some bullshit

Pay attention

It don’t get no realer, hater killer, about that drama

Terroristic, risk it, you get Truth Osama

If I don’t get you The Boss back to me with that llama

Bitch this is what we do, believe it, downing niggas' mama’s

Cocaine on my mama’s table, I’m out of line

Doing lines open wide, nigga suicide

Blood in my vein, hella drugs in my vein

Rap with the strap, keep the thugs entertained

All my foes I leave critical, they pitiful

I’m a 5 star general, East side cannibal

West side salute it, all these kids my students

Class still in session, the shooters I just recruited

Turn up — look I came to bust a motherfuckin head

Got some wild knucklehead killers bucking lead

I came from the bottom, now I’m on the roof

I’m big-headed so the coupe never had a roof

Thug life, got that 2Pac up in my boombox

Gassing on these pussies, no brakes, they pray I do stop

We all with the bullshit and I’m the boss

When I holla shake down we gonna set it off

So with it, if you want it then you gonna get it

So terrific with this bullshit, the best that did it

The best to give it, get me livid then I’m diving in it

These pussies talk it, they don’t walk it, they ain’t never did it

Aim and bust then I bust then I bust and bust

Blood gush in the rush from the school crushed

Scarce thoughts being bought from these wars fought

Real talk, I’m a validated warhawk

History, this ain’t shit to me, let’s get it, V

Click the heat, no defeat, I need victory

It’s meant to be what these villain niggas bent to be

Tendecies, stick this story, fuck the enemy

Snapping and losing it fast — Ruger, extended the mag

Fuck it, they wearing no mask — jump out and dumping the brass

Crushing, concussion these fast — a movie where Scoobie get mad

Jesus ain’t helping your ass — leaving inside of a bag

I’m with the bullshit