two slit wrists with a scythe to fucked up had to leave this life (x2)
its no joke to low i can’t cope smoke dope for the pain 1 glock 1 shot point it straight at my brain do not resuscitate told u dont hesitate i put a end to the voice in my head nobody ever listen what i said
i don’t really fuck with the rest young kid flex put the blade to ya neck 1 more step bitch you loose your head no one remember the shit that u did
bury bodies stack em 4-wide why they bitch busy hit my phone line i been getting money off my own time you should stop biting and stick with your own rhymes
shorty you looking so thick baby come grind on this dick let me take u back to my hotel lay u down fuck u good till that pussy swell
i made myself what i am i turned myself into the man i made this dough in my hand but still you don’t understand dont understand
it takes dedication & some discipline talent, drugs and experience but tbh living life I’m sick of it even if moneys still coming in even tho people still bump my shit fuck the world death sound luxurious look in my eyes if you don’t think I’m serious thats why…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
