For the first time since its inception, no one has been granted special immunity from the Purge. No citizen or group, or no freedom. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America. Tell my niggas I'ma get it, get it, I'ma get that money till my soul is gone. And while I do it, I'ma represent it while I'm sippin', sippin' on my styrofoam. Smokin' droma till my eyes are loaded, I'ma need some steel to see where I'm goin'. Ain't half as sane as I used to be, industries ain't been no friend to me. So I'm banged on them like an enemy, and if you still want beef, then I got that heat. My body on them just to bang that beat, shut the juices up, smile and show my teeth. ***, where I'm at, I got the lock on me. No matter where you go, them niggas know about me. Been trapped in too long, I don't sleep. Cause ain't no motherfuckers takin' *** off me. Takin' *** off me, takin' *** off me, takin' *** off me, takin' *** off me. They thought I wasn't comin' back with that heat. Tell them it's called a doctor's son. Cause we hurtin' people's feelings with this one. We really riding this trend. We don't just talk on our own. We out there like this. How we be? It's time to hurt the industry. Flippin' and slidin'. Engineering the variety. Judge lookin' at me. Like I'm doin' all my timin'. Take the sun from me. Best believe I'ma shine it. Leverage got all of them bitches, my nigga. All of them bitches beat times. From the nickels to the sack. Got the guns in the bag. Got that big 06 in the drop Cadillac. Gonna stop them in they track. Never lookin' back on the old bitch. Make that ass drop like a pile of switches. Like a pile of switches. I get it, I get it. My haters gon' get it. Treat them like bitches. I hit it then quit it. Treat them like snitches. I leave them in stitches. I leave them in stitches. Me and the burner be out on the corner. We out on the corner. Money on mine, that's the persona. Yeah, that's the persona. Ayy, where that burner? We ain't fuckin' with no niggas. That be buildin' their house on some sand, homie. You know how I feel? We ain't got time for that ***, my nigga. No time. This the, this the, this the Purge. We be purgin' swag rappin'. This the, this the Purge. We purgin' swag rappin'. This the, this the, this the Purge. We, we purgin' swag rappin'. This the, this the, this the Purge. We purgin' swag rappin'. We really ridin' in the streets. We don't just talk on our own. We about that life, this how we be. It's time to purge the industry.