I got this nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Cruising by with the shine on my teeth and on my wrist I try to run try to hide but I can't escape the grip Grabbing the ratchet then go Casper Disappear into the night I got wings but I can't fly just broken bones thats from my spine Broke phones Ghosts on my line Home Alone Ghosts in my mind Blow my dome its $uicide Down below where I reside
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Send em in the fucking flames Got a tank full of propane No name on my grave Gold chain collecting dust I ain't trying to shine I'm trying to light this fucking blunt Hoes saying "Let me puff" Bitch, get the fuck up off of my dick Go holla at Slick he'll tell you the same I ain't got time for a bitch I be that dead pimp Broke Hit a lick, hoe Sinking like a lead blimp Goat bled Sins shed Choking Ima overdose I'm hoping I don't get sickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
