Hate me or love me, no, I don't care, it's the same thing Four five in your face have a great day Five nine be the set, bitch I stay Grey Okay, here I come with the AK Okay, Yung Plague got the blank slate Okay, Yung Plague got the blade gripped So Grey, Yung Plague gotta break legs Don't care, but I love myself anyway Renegade gotta get away so I levitate You be brave, gotta find a way to renovate Keep it simple bitch I think I'm fucking Hemingway Gotta find these bitches I can renegade Looking at my AK I examine it Separate until I do whatever bitch You cannot grass and all I do is think again [?]
[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow] Okay, hold up run up in the spot this a stick up Tie this bitch up, time to re-up Hit 'em with the Onomatopoeia When I speak up bitch I'm Jesus out the freezer Cos' I'm fucking cold, dead ready and a threat To any motherfucker coming at the fucking set (the scarecrow) Made out of roaches and locusts Smokers who make waves like Moses no motive Fucking some co-eds that think I'm a poet But fuck it I pour it 'til I'm something loaded Reaching my lowers they think I'm heroic Funny to me but they think that I'm chosen Illusions illusions polluting the humans One bullet away from my problems solutions Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin Almighty five nine bitch I die for my union