Lihatlah dirimu oh malangnya Menyedihkan tak terbayar oleh air mata Hendak menjadi kiri namun kenyataan Menuntutmu untuk tetap kanan Lihatlah dan dengarkan ocehan hati “aku tak pantas hidup” lantas ingin mati Namun kembali kau tak kunjung mati Hanya depresi mengikuti, dan mencoba lari Dari kenyataan yang begitu pahit Serupa obat yang tertelan, di setiap hari Apa yang sebenarnya kau cari? Oh aku mencari kehidupan yang sebatin Frekuensi nampaknya tak selalu sama Temukan yang berbeda, Apa yang kau tanam Hanya kehidupan yang curam Oh aku hidup dalam dunia yang tak ku kenali Diam kawan, kau hanya tak mencari Coba selami hingga kau tlah alami Apa sebenarnya makna dari semua ini Ah sialnya ku hanya berdiam diri Mengeluh tanpa solusi Ya begitulah sudah jelas itu salahmu sendiri. Kemana lagi? Semua masalahmu kau yang perbuat Aku tak pernah kuat Tuhan memberi kekuatan untuk kau jadi hebat Kenapa di sia siakan, kau tak percaya dia? bukan ku tak percaya namun bukti ku hanya di beri bencana dan petaka. Ku cicipi semua hingga tak berdaya.
пока мы броуки, недопонятые гений, не хочу жить как канье, я не люблю цветные краски, люблю темно белый сказки, я поеду с парнями на дачу, рано но не поздно я буду летать, ракета, на сцене я упаду комета
Take my hand, maybe that’ll calm the nerves, please. I’d like to think that everybody’s just more thoughtful than me Cause I ain’t empathetic, I see pain and I just let it be It seems like I don’t want a thing till they tryn take it way from me Cut your heart and I let it bleed But what was left was a masterpiece At first broken and soft spoken But then stronger and your heart opened I don’t know the answer but that’s what I’m hoping I’m not grown at all I’m still a little kid If not physically then mentally I’m so blessed I’m a human being But when I pray I don’t say a thing When it pours it rains When it rains you change When you change they hate They gon say you fake They gon pull strings and try to change your fate But your the one who has to see your face When it’s in the mirror and it’s getting late It’s been a year you in the same place It’s the same flowers in the same vace They never died but they never grew You had dreams but didn’t see em through Your self esteem is what it costs you And honestly it’s just haunts you Yo demons laughing they taunt you And when the devil comes they flaunt you Cause your a price of art in they eyes He knows every little thing about you They want your soul when you die Hang it on the wall with the dyes It’s blended in it’s the perfect disguise I’m not the devils prize Imma split the skies Leave ‘em hypnotized Imma break the cycle of the highs Imma mend my wings so I can learn to fly Imma leave to love before the day I die
Outside in an all black ride Tint rolled up when I′m high Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die Motherfucker if you're looking for me find me in the night I got a knife don′t want to fight I want to take your fucking life and end it right on sight When I strike, if you bark better bite Block hot, fuck the cops Pop a 6 shot Glock then I trot to the rocks with me own blood clot Red dot, bodies drop when I cock then I spot No tomb, no plot, throw them off of the yacht Undocked with the slot of the skull hanging in the fucking river, ho Su $uicide, 666, 59 so cynical Got a pound in the blunt I'm loungin' Pour another round I′m drownin′ Climb to the top I will jump off the mountain Swervin', Swervin′ in a motherfucking all white Crown Vic Blue lights mounted, Siren howlin' Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid Got the town lit up by the flames that I made from my grey serenade Make way for the Plague On the 7th day grey bodies lay in their graves Still got the badge still got the gun Still got the patch still got the stun
Fuck Ur Bitch, but to Bust onna Nut Clucked da Grip , ya keep runnin up Had a hunnid Plans how to get it done Nigger run , smoke a Piff blunt rollit Thick
Oh lord, oh lord, please come and save me Come avenge my life So sorry, bitch, but God can't hear you He is deaf tonight! Eyes stay bloodshot Both on Fetty Wap Let them roll back while them drugs do their job Same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot Be the same motherfuckers I can't see at the top 6 double 6 til my crucifix Diagnosed a lunatic Blood on me no need to rinse Been dead for years no need to slit Suboxone strips so I don't slip But all my cravings still exist Shit Sometimes I just need that fix Sometimes I just need that drip Voices say you need that bitch Convinced I'm meant to die with it Scripts stay piled up with my sins Sniffing them pills all I feel is bliss Falling from a cliff no saving $lick Fate laid out no changing it Found my peace Accepting it I am my own apocalypse Oh lord, oh lord, please come and save me Come avenge my life So sorry, bitch, but God can't hear you Aye, aye, aye, yeah, uh- He is deaf tonight Digital villain The sin of the internet Your WiFi password is incorrect throw up the set G59 in full effect Cigarette smoke silhouette Me and $lick $loth in the trunk of the vette with Pouya in the front headed straight for the check, aye Stains on the blades No that ain't wet paint That's your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement Typical drug addict Fictional love at it's finest I'm pissing away my whole life and it's Fine because RUBY DA CHERRY is physical I'm just a piece of shit trying to shine Ignorant swine What a pitiful try Bitch I'm ripping out spines $OUTH$IDE$UICIDE Sifting through pine just so I can get high one more time Let me shout "I'm high till I die" Oh lord, oh lord, please come and save me Come avenge my life So sorry, bitch, but God can't hear you He is deaf tonight!
Bitch, I step in your hood like it's fly by night You got the nine? That's alright 'cause hoe I ain't 'fraid to die Squeeze the trigger, lil pussy, see your hand shaking When Yung Christ get to walking all the earth breaking Koopsta Knicca reborn out the voodoo village All these rappers fuck boys and I've been sent here to pillage Fuck a image, this my business that I put on record You motherfuckers Dr. Hyde and I'm Mr. Jekyl Better yet the devil, anti-christ dripped in gold Flip the cross up on the chain, make sure these motherfuckers know Scarecrow and Yung Snow, we see you bitches biting All these posi mother fuckers claiming "suicidal" Eat my rifle Lucifer telling me that I better be in reverie Lucifer begging me to return home Travel the seven seas, Ruby Da cherry been burying memories Cherishing dead enemies, never returning the throne Please leave me the fuck alone Fuck a hoe, plug up her soul Find a puddle grab a shovel, let's keep digging them holes The grass is always stained red when you slit your wrist Grave wet from the rain, dead weight, remain dead and wait Forever the grey, forever the grey Forever the grey and the five and the nine and Remember my name, remember my name Remember my name when I die, don't reply to the devil inquiring Souls for admiring, Satan perspiring, sign on the line Ruby inspiring kids, get in line and see lucifer Buyer beware of the truth and see you can be evil enough to let loose Bitch, I got that noose What the fuck you choose? Choose late and lose
Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ooh, ooh) Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man Triple the six up, I fuck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me Fuck the standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fuckin' a Grammy Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ay, let me go, let me go) Glock tight, smoked out There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like a chew baby Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the fuck you know of? Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked out
Sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride Who am I? I am god, I am Basquiat Trap-a-holics mixtapes Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas Grey Five Nine signed Rough diamonds tryna shine Christ and I, $uicide You know, you know, you know I'm Diving head first when crucified Lucifer cried when I told him I'm choosing to die Noose and a knife But I ain't use the knife To loosen the noose, keep it tight Abusing the truth, that's a lie Fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind Fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine Fuck boy better... Fuck boy better sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line Yet another line inside the cup Another line you should look up Another line that shook you up I signed the line for Lucifer Damn son where'd you find this? Real trap shit 5-9 'til I'm dead, aye Bitch, I'm Grey 'til the death, aye Never gave a fuck 'bout dying, no Even when I was a jit, woe Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking china white Fuck it if I die tonight, I'm gambling with my fucking life West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride Who am I? I am god, I am Basquiat Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins Mentally derranged, hear the crows say my name ($carecrow) I'm just wasting my time, I'm just wastin' my breath Why can't I just die? Why can't I go next? Why we get no respect? Why I loved holding TEC's? Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em to death This ain't no motherfuckin' trend, everyday feels like the end Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can't feel my sins
It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated (RIP) The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah) Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading (no) Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons (ay) Licking my wounds as they deepen (ay) Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun I'm busting, open up the door (secrets) I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up, knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop, oh no Making a mess, my aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (fuck) I do not care to be here or be there In the meantime it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing, that dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear (yeah) Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy If I cock it, there's finna be tears here Manic depressive, when life is in session I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign-B and it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P
It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated (RIP) The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah) Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading (no) Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons (ay) Licking my wounds as they deepen (ay) Constantly feeding them all of my secrets 007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun I'm busting, open up the door (secrets) I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more I'm ready to fucking explode Open up, knock knock Here comes the Glock cocked 9 milli, pop pop pop, oh no Making a mess, my aim ain't the best I guess I should clean this all up and go home Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (fuck) I do not care to be here or be there In the meantime it seems that I'm stuck (huh) Swerving and crashing, that dying little bastard Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me Face tatted from ear to ear (yeah) Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy If I cock it, there's finna be tears here Manic depressive, when life is in session I hide in a room that's as dark as me Dollar sign-B and it's still F-T-P Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P
Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ooh, ooh) Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man Triple the six up, I fuck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em 2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherfucker Saint Bernard Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me Fuck the standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fuckin' a Grammy Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out (ay, let me go, let me go) Glock tight, smoked out There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz Trappin' like a chew baby Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck Hol' up, what the fuck you know of? Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked Glock tight, smoked out Tight, smoked out Glock, smoked out Tight, smoked out
this kinda beats my favorite I just wanna speak can’t contain it wastin away chasin the days where in my head I made it remain nameless I don’t wanna look at your faces I’m not fake I still chill in the snake pit stabbin at my head I can’t take it I hate narcissist’s regardless of they sad fazes you know me I’ve been in a wasteland where I like to meditate and do things that one day could make me famous no matter what I’mma hate it most hated so much hatred no fun when my head is racin might not win but imma make it Might stop when I break it chill I don’t mean my bones never see my bros always runnin like it’s chrones say I’m coming to a close see this smile I take it off more then clothes let the drug hit til I overdose let the love in cuz I’m broke yeah I’m sufferin I wanna know Why I’m so insane cutting at my veins fucking bitches in the rain keep me entertained I’m walkin on a tight rope die slow pipe hoes eyes closed I’m so cold I’m made of snow It’s red
I make money I smoke weed I got bitches that need me see me fly see me swing you got branches I got trees flying people over seas. I got tickets to suicide by begging on my knees
Ya a got some gold and a hoe wanna know but can’t so go someplace where I ain’t around they just wanna chill cuz how I sound bitches flawed when I come around. Yeah I gotta smoke like a goat watch me blow I ain’t even gonna Cough but I get off.
I’m smoking a mound it’s more then a pound... doing shit in risk of cancer Fucking with a dancer Hearing the same. Shit she says your handsome. Thinking bout all the shit I did before My present is better then ever so idk?
