Lyrics
Slit my fucking wrists I can't go through this shit again
Tried to help all of these pussy boys but they just bit my hand
Give a fuck bout how you feeling I just built this from within
Now they watching me go up I know this shit just hit the fan
Why you mad? I been focused on my craft counting hundreds out my bag
Dropping crumbles get your mans heard he hungry for some beef
Give a fuck bout what you eat might just mince em the street
Hear the sound of streets sweep
Lace my drink with cyanide, never gon' see heaven's eye please open the gates, yeah the gates straight
To hell with I don't wanna see your face, cut your face
With the blade I might, send your soul to weep and cry
Drop a acid in my eye
Now I'm seeing walls Moving back and forth, that end is nigh
I put down the benzos now I wanna slit my throat with knives
I don't even feel this high, took my kidney out on time
You don't wanna solve your issues, cause you bitch made and you lied
All you punk pussy bitch made mothafuckas ain't bout what you said
Flexin' on internet, but cannot pay your rent Acting all sensitive, bout a little check
Bitch don't act up before you slapped up
And I'll flip you for all of your bread
You is irrelevant, you not a veteran
All of that mention, erased like lead
Blocka blocka it to your block, block
Sendin' shots shots to your top, top
Don't get caught up with a mop, mop
Put a blick right to your head
Blocka blocka it to your block, block
Sendin' shots shots to your top, top
Don't get caught up with a mop, mop
Now you gon' end up dead
Slit my fucking wrists I can't go through this shit again
Tried to help all of these pussy boys but they just bit my hand
Give a fuck bout how you feeling I just built this from within
Now they watching me go up I know this shit just hit the fan