text: Welcome to my carnival!
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  Ate some pain pills and neurontin
  Gone, Im off my rocker
  Aimin for your face, and cock it
  Shoot em like Klay Thompson
  Call up Ghoste to ride, done toured the countryside
  Done died a couple times, couple lowkey homicides
  Bitch, Ill burn your Bible
  Look into my rifle, what makes you think I like you?
  Spark this blunt, and then ignite you
  Couple lighters on my dresser, yessir
  Pussy tighter than a rolling presser
  Bitch, you guessed it, but aint no O-G-G
  When Im shootin, its them demons thats controlling me, ho
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  You see a nigga like I been bout that homicide
  What you thought, I let shit go?
  What you thought, I let you slide?
  Bitch, Im aiming for you face if Im slidin with that 9
  Fully creepin up behind, Imma see you eye to eye
  Even dream of trying me, better wake up and apologize
  Aint no pussy in my blood, aint no hoe in my eye
  What you thought, I was a joke? But I aint that type of guy
  Memphis turned me cutthroat, made me unafraid to die
  So ya better watch your mouth, fore I hop up out this ride
  Cause when I hop up out the ride
  Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then Im—
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
  If the devil wore leopard print, I bet youd call him Oddy Nuff
  Body stuffed in the trunk, now let me go ahead and light this blunt
  Smoking murder, murder, murder
  Fucked your bitch, you dont deserve her
  Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her
  I want to die, it aint unheard of
  Put the pistol in my mouth, blew my brains out
  Bitch, Im aimin for the fucking grey clouds
  Aint no halo
  From the cradle till the grave, Ive been able to kill these boys
  Smoke my blunts and sip some maple
  G59, it aint a label, its a way of life
  By way of life, I mean its just a way to die
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
  Aiming for your face, aiming for your face