All these punk motherfuckers don't know (Don't know)
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (Like I won't kick in they door)
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (Hitting my phone, ayy)
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (I never seen you at one of my shows)
See, I been fucking up my life no joke (No joke)
Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke (Went broke)
But I been loving every day a little more (Day a little more)
When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only Ghoste