[Chorus 2X: Apocalipps]
People always puttin you down, That's life,
Struggle everyday till you die, That's life,
Leave a legacy for your kids, Yeah that's life,
You did it, I didn't do it, You did, That's word to life.

[Apocalipps]
Yo I'm a problem with a gun, But even worse with a pencil,
If rap was a crime, I'm wanted for bodyin instrumentals,
It's essential, That you respect my mental,
Cause I'm a sports range bitch, You just a Kia Sorrento,
One gorgeous plan, I could off your man,
And with the tech I could make movies on demand,
Damn, I'd rather look you in your face when you dead,
There's no vacancy, You can't rent space in my head,
And I aint think bout yall, Shit I'm thinkin bout the new song,
Stick shift stuffin paper cigars,
And all ya rappers think ya large with your ice and your charms,
I'm on some, Stick shit man I'm takin it all,
You always talkin bout your cars and trucks,
But you always walkin, The bottom of your feet is hard as fuck,
Besides that your whole squad is butt,
I should Rikers Island full buildin style, Straight wash you up,
I've been an ex-com, Walk with a chip on my shoulder,
A clip in the holster, Acrobat flip on you vultures,
Whip in the rover, Hit reverse grippin the roasta,
Heard your album dropped, Stop, Get out and spit on your poster,
I hear the gossip, Yall think you know me right,
Till I put a bullet in your heard, Like you Obie Trice,
I don't respond to a subliminal message,
That's indirect, I pops off, Check my criminal record,
9-5 started off sellin big weed bags,
First assault case I beat a nigga face like a speed bag,
9-6 sellin them cracks,
Then this big ass fiend, He tried to play me and rob me for my pack,
I stabbed him from behind, Money took all that,
Man the nigga wasn't crip, But shit duke had a hard back,
I snatched a nigga arm off for his watch, It was hard black,
He said I could keep the watch, He just wanted his arm back,
My man put in work with the mask and the gauges,
A lot of familys mourn, A lot of flowers arrangements,
Bodies got put in the pavement,
So he got a couple tear drops to represent those occasions,
You make me want to bash your face in,
You never put in work, Your tear drops is just a fashion statement,
You talk about a sweet juxs, You can count the Bastardz in,
Yap me, I'll get you popped faster than Sebastian,
Niggas wanna trap me in, What color Acc he’s in,
I dug a grave big enough just to put your casket in.

[Iron Mic]
I wanna know who's gonna ride for me, When the shooters come,
All drunk and high for me, Tryna say bye to me,
Who gonna be there for me, If I get sent up state for a murder,
Who’s gonna take care of my family,
What if I get millions from rap,
Will the same niggas that say they love turn they back,
How will they act, Will they still give me dat,
Or will they plot with my enemies, Try to send me back,
What if I'm stuck in the hood sellin crack,
For the rest of my life, I never thought about that,
What if you caught the one you love, Fuckin your best friend,
Would you get back with the chick, Would you stress him,
Shit, I'm just askin what if,
Niggas stick you for your shit will you get your ratchet and spit,
Or will you eat that and forget,
Me, I get the wolves on em and chew em up like fish,
Can you relate, Is your life like this,
Did you and your man put in work, He got caught and snitched,
Aint that a bitch, Iron and Apocalipps,
Back at it again wished shit sound like this,
Go get a strip, Go hard and get tips,
Till that nigga money talk, We conversate with the 5th,
I only congregate with my clique,
Put your fate in your face when I chop with the blick,
Heart stop for them niggas that start shit,
And sales hit them dudes who talk it,
But they don't walk it, They fake, They fraudulent,
S-I, New York’s in it.

[Chorus]