I'm getting tired of the rules

All hail to the king while he is firing some fools

I feel like I'm conspiring with tools

Though undeniably cruel, I admire them too

'Cause when I'm in it, I put two fingers in your business

Slitherin' in thick shit, lookin' for a thick bitch

Listen, I can't afford to be missin' the shots that I take

So watch out for your pigeons

Everybody's running for themselves now

All-day schemin' to keepin' the brand loud

Whistling a song like it's all good

All-sweet money on-demand now

I got nothing to lose 'til there's nothing left of it

Beggars can choose, acting a fool, I'm a degenerate

Writing the president every day, work his will and his testament

Carving away, finessing, the whole way through

I'm a snake in the grass, I am just like you

Clock my mentality to recognize yo' type

Yo' ways of goin' with the known hype

You'll stay in the snake pit, no life

No venom in my veins 'cause you won't bite

Thick skin, a mo'fucker tryna begin

To live in honesty and win-win situations

Temptations hide in yo face and

Make way for the rat-racin' men

Tryna find a space to be more than friends

Bite you in the back with a venomous fang

Goin' for the cake, they will break and bend

Any code, any rule, any law, any damn fucking fact

Trust me when I say all fame ends, mo'fucker

I get the call in this mo'fuckin' booth

Yo, Ajuna, I'm tryin' to rap in the booth

Help in the studio with my crew

Hey Ajuna, hoe is het... gelukt met de katten?