Life in a war zone you make a wrong move we move your door so
Guns pulled back on the track now the blood flow
Punks flow twenty-four seven now the font flow.
Anybody gets in my way, I let the gun show.

Sick fucks aint doing shit for the big boss
Got you in my sight back up now put your things down
Who guesses? Cut to the point now my game’s bust
Come on man, I don’t give a fuck who won a chestnut
Scrappin, let’s go to the door I spot the captain
Shits happenin like chauvinistic, knives are clappin
Who’s laughing? Who wanna be that?
I’ll make your back bend.  
Push comes to shove, no love.
I’ll make it happen.

There’s gotta be more to life than just this.
You left your breakin mind it’s like wine compared to piss
You say it gets better, well fuck that
You don’t walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
You never paid rent off of cocaine and weed.
Man, I danced with the devil but I never get diseased
Don’t get me wrong, if I could I’d make a change
Granted so bad for so long any good is so strange

They say the grass is greener on the other side, shit.
But the fence is in the way now and I ain’t buying it
I’m in a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I’m dead and gone I’ll always be around.

I’m a walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch.
In the game right now while your fuckers ride the bench (bench)
In the game right now while your fuckers ride the bench (bench)
In the game right now while your fuckers ride the bench (bench)
Skinny Rob run by mother fuckers hit the fence.