Welcome to my court! Aim it for your face, let your hoes know this for you I'm chasing pain pills in the ride, throwing them off my rocker Aim it for your face and cock it, shoot them like Clay Thompson Call up Ghost of Rye, then tour the countryside Then die a couple times, couple of key homicides Bitch I'll burn your bible, look into my rifle Will make you think I like you, spark this blunt and then ignite you I've got politers on my dresser, yes I What's, what's a tighter than a Roman presser? Bitch you guessed it, but I ain't no DJ When I'm shooting this, them demons that's controlling me Aim it for your face, let your hoes know this for you You see a nigga like Irving, right there on my side What you thought I let you go, what you thought I let you slap Bitch I'm aiming for your face, if I'm slapped with that knife Foot it creeping up behind, I'ma see you eye to eye Even dream of trying me, bet wake up and apologize Ain't no whiskey in my blood, ain't no hope in my eyes What you thought I was a jock, but I ain't that type of guy Mythic to me could throw, make me unafraid to die So you better watch your mouth, before I hop up out this ride Cause when I hop up out this ride, bitch it's sad cause I did not die Aim it for your face, let your hoes know this for you If the devil wore a leopard print, I bet you caught him bodied up Body stuffed in the trunk, now let me go ahead and light the blunt Smoke smoking, murder murder murder, * your bitch you don't deserve her * her twice and then I cursed her, wanna die, that ain't a lyric Took a pistol in my mouth and blew my brains out Bitch I'm aiming for the * great claps Ain't no halo from the cradle to the grave I've been able to kill these boys, broke my blunts and sip some vapor G590, that ain't a label, it's a way of life, my way of life I mean it's just a way to die Aim it for your face, let your hoes know this for you