That strife with me, fight against those that fight with me
The ones that I don't kill, they want to kill me
Dindin, the boy them jealous cause they want to be with me
I'm grateful, snake on the grass, better careful which path I cross
With the fake heal and the fake laugh, playful fake and twice all when I'm not tough
And the rhythm and don't know the half, all the oily powder and all the bad
Can't save you, go wash off your heart
Them mudda kill me, hit me, never smoke