Time to die

Hair down

Smoking on a blunt

Smoking a f**king cigarette to f**k up both of my lungs

F**k you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk

B*tch

You ain't even high enough to touch a glock boy b*tch I put it to my skull

B*tch

Believe I will drop

Boy

Drop dead in the middle of the block

Boy

Stuck

Between a hardplace and a rock

Boy

Rot in the box breaking the looks

Time is money I ain't even got a clock bot

Watch them h*es flock

Boy

Break my f**king heart and now

I'm busting out shots

Boy

Put it to my head and watch my head pop

Boy

Don't quit you day job who the f**k else gonna stock

Boy

You mother f**king

Box boy

Hair up

Purple double cup

Bodies in the trunk

Never front

This ain't what you want 30in the pump uicide

Take my own life

Every night I die

Every night I high

Another depressing as alibi

Reason for the d**gs

Reason for the subs

Give a f**k about club

I'll walk up in that b*tch and shoot that mother f**ker up

F**k the dj

F**k your clique and f**k your songs

Boy

I swear I hate you mother f**kers

Leave me alone boy

F**k a scene

F**k a trend

F**k your clothes too

F**k you mean you with your team and that's your h*e too

Give a f**k about your dreams or you whole crew

And if this is what is seems

I'm hollering

F**k you