I Hung Myself for a Persona

I been itching for a plot, yeah

But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no

7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah

I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck)

Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah

Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot, yeah

Ain't no, ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no

I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah

I was just with Peep in London

Still feel like I don't exist at all, no

Fuck this social gathering

I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, yuh

They told me watch out for the snakes

But they forgot about the plague

And the AK and with Lil Remains

And the AK and what little remains, what little remains

Hold up, hold up, hold up, had to put down the narcotics

But I ain't really stopping, Xanny and Suboxone

Stay up in my wallet, on the block, catch the Glock

Shoes hanging like a cord

Not a tour, 7th Ward

Magnolia brown, Soulja Slim to the bone

Hot boys, prime-time

Dotted line, never signed

On the drugs, can't doze

If I do be exposed, oh no

Chopper city, dead bodies

Alligators, disembodied

Did the crime, not the time

Lil jits on the porch grippin' Nines, grippin' Nines

Pull that torch, light 'em up (Yuh)

Young as 12, livin' hell

Lil Remains, Yung Plague

No respect given 'less you steal or you take, hoe