I Suicide doors on the coup, it’s extravagant Off white on the v line I ain’t tacky , ye I still love myself, but I think that I lost my soul Somebody get me a phone I gotta call up my hood I been losin my faith, I need to go look for some hope I’m lost in this place, I need to go back to my home I better than most, if my
Fallen angles all my brothers drawn in to sin Roxanne was her name and all she wanna do was sand You not my squad u not my bro u not my twin u not my gang They loosers I swear I can’t stand em forreal It’s ice on my chains, i done broke free of the shackles we hold We flyin on planes, and u know it’s other lands where we go Countin up bands made me switch up my stands got the world in my hands I could do what I think I put that boy on a shirt put that boy on a t yea a nigga was reachin the brink
