Who got my back when I lost it all
I sit and refrain in the big boy hall
People strange talking about death no lead
But the hollow tips ain't afraid to make your bleed
I shake around favorite lines got lions in the southwest jinco jeans
Sipping Lemonade tea give money back to the family tree
You really think I could turn my cockiness on the low
Multiple snakes in the grass speak behind my back
But make no mistake the rank Is in my position to break
You down on those filthy knees
Oh please pumping energy reach 100 degrees when I step in the building
My diamonds spark to the galaxy
Have your mind twisted in a daze ask me
What I'm doing here stuck in a place
Racking up minimum wage account sheets
Best believe sticks and stones won't break
My bones and words could never Haunt me
Yea
In the cut with blood sweat and tears a band full of hundreds
Don't make you real In the cut with blood sweat and tears a band full of hundreds
Don't make you real
Who got my back when I lost it all
I sit and refrain in the big boy hall