作词 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Leon Sylvers
 作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Leon Sylvers
Uh
Yeah,
Yeah yeah
Mic check check check
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Survival of the fittest, my *****(Check, check, check)
I need a check, check, check
*****, uh, yeah, uh
S**t's so real, gotta use fake names
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain)
Erica said I never changed (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane
You was like a brother to me, no other to me
Swear I would trade my life for yours,
I knew you was ******* with me
Found out some ****** ****** your wife
And we put them b*****s to sleep
Ain't going to say your government,
I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola
Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona
They was getting s**t for seventeen
Tossin' s**t to me for twenty-eight
***** go for thirty-one, I barely ate
Seen them ****** frown
When I started breaking that s**t down
Said I need more time with them chickens,
I'm out here making rounds
Jealous ****** want they twenty-eight up front now
I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town
But **** it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix
Said if you ain't copping like twenty,
Then, c********r, beat it
They put Yella Boy on the evening news
Devil on my shoulder said, "**** friends 'cause cash rules"
S**t's so real, gotta use fake names
Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh
Christina said I never changed (Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane
I done walked through hell in these size 12's
Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell
Dream team legal, I never take an L
Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel
Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up
Jack a *****, blow his pack,
That's how you **** the summer up
**** it up, bottled up, your hoes **** for followers
Vanessas, carries, tiger lilies,
*****, I'm super modeled up
Well pimp that
My hoes twist it fat,
She roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah
Pasadena, Reno, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah
Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the ****, yeah
Had to cancel my Miami trip, that ***** was sick, yeah
Put me on, always put me on
Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on
Drop a zone, **** ain't locking up,
This s**t done took too long
Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them ****** home
Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone
I bought my first mansion,
Told my mama leave that **** alone Forget that
Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah
Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the s**t, yeah (Luci)
*****, I put your ***** in the mail, I need to see it, yeah
Abby used to follow me on tour, that s**t was lit, yeah
Put me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like)
Put me on, Otis, put me on
I used to love that ***** though
Yeah, Kane
Yeah, yeah, remain
Yeah, yeah, put me on, put me on
Put me on, Amber, put me on
Put me on, Nina, put me on, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha, hello
All my ******, man, they ready
It is time once again for the motherfvcker
Madlib the Beat Konducta, straight from California
So light the ************* **** up *****
Turn the sound up, let us go
And as usual, no **** boys
Real ****** only