Death of YOLO (Remix)

I drop philosophies,

and spit the wise verses,

and the words, yáll never could figure it out, I'm Socrates,

block niggas subtract figures and,

scratch numbers,

into they fuckin' rifles they like just done won the lottery,

that's the trigger-nometry,

breeds from the poverty,

when nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

binding us to slavery tools,

place a certain exclamation mark,

came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,

housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

won't hesitate to waste a cartridge,

through ya facial cartilage,

murders make me nauseous,

bangers take ém hostage,

once you've messed up you can't go back, made a target,

tryna put the message through to the youth, gain this knowledge,

I feel no pain, I'm heartless,

it's all who aims the farthest,

stay the smartest, dumb flow, YOLO, remain the hardest