Parsed out into these rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows. The Suicide Boys formula is pretty obvious at this point, whether it be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EPs or you're familiar with the classic hip-hop albums that the duo pretty much used as instruments. I don't *** with life, born to this planet, bitch, you outta luck, I got better *** to do, like sip the lines up in my cup, I ain't sharing pots, they tough, waste my whole life for nothing, I don't *** with life, born to this planet, bitch, you outta luck, I got better *** to do, like sip the lines up in my cup, I ain't sharing pots, they tough, waste my whole life for nothing, I don't *** with life, born to this planet, bitch, you outta luck, I got better *** to do, I ain't sharing pots, they tough, waste my whole life for nothing, I don't *** with life, born to this planet, bitch, you outta luck, I got better *** to do. But simultaneously, there are spots on this album where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try hard or basic or even juvenile, especially,