[Intro]
It's a depression, everyone's out of worth, or scared of losing their jobs
A dollar buys a nickle's worth
Banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
Punks are running wild in the street and nobody seems to know what to do-

[Verse 1]
One time for the bald people named Paul
Going head-to-head in an all-out brawl
Two front fingers to the police, uh
One middle finger for the American ones
Telling my little sister she cannot have it all
She don't understand, I guess it's natural for some
Wanna go from nothing to earning lavish every month
If I was my little sister, say I wanna have it all

[Chorus]
I don't like it, blew up on a bitch like ISIS
Write this, people wanna see me when I write this
They don't believe that I got it myself
They just believe that I got a ghostwriter
Big up to Joyner, I like this, hey
Came from the bottom, you lyin', huh
Embrace the past and embrace the new ones
Old heads, I don't think you'll like the deuce, done

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm whipping and whipping
I get the bag and I flip it
You flappity-fuckin' flippin', polystyrene you're kissing
Kick you 'round, make a scene
Shawty mad, grippin' this tech
You wearin' Lynx Africa, stop talkin' out your neck, eek!
Blew up on a bitch like ISIS
Got a MAC 11, yeah, I'm 'boutta make a crisis
Whippin' that dough, Mike Tyson
Do you know what I'm liking
You like my flow so much you're biting
Got a bag, I been killin' shit no Vicodin
Slide in, with my gang, tool on my side, bitch
You're like 13, stop pretending you've got a side bitch, ayy

[Chorus]
I don't like it, blew up on a bitch like ISIS
Write this, people wanna see me when I write this
They don't believe that I got it myself
They just believe that I got a ghostwriter
Big up to Joyner, I like this, hey
Came from the bottom, you lyin', huh
Embrace the past and embrace the new ones
Old heads, I don't think you'll like the deuce, done