AmyLee

Bumping OPN, I grip my FN inside my left

Rapper look like Papa Doc my dope right to the Eminem

Fuck the free world, bitch, come here

Go ahead, bring me to life like Evanescence

Pistol pregnant, put it up on him, bitch, let's end the sentence

In my dressing room relaxing, hundred proof, my cup is empty

40K go gon' and spend it, trust stock raises my obsession

You seem mad, bitch, gon' address it

You hate SESH 'cause how you livin'

Almost forty, still got nothing

I can see just why you buggin'

Why not do somethin'? Why not do somethin'?

Why not take a chance and prove somethin'?

Got nothing but time to waste

So why not spend a little and move up?

In the world, the clock is tickin'

Your heart beat, but is you livin'?

Yeah, you pour, but is you sippin'?

Is you being honest with yourself or trippin'?

I think both, I think so

Drop and dip like adios

I do nuff you do the most

Still your brain gets nowhere close

Cemetery veteran in my section, I'm the chosen ghost

Put a slug in his back and leave him rotting, now he comatose

On the phone talking to my broker Dice, I need a line

Fifteen hundred-dollar hand black jack split

Then double down, bitch, that's how we climb

I don't know just what I'm doing

I'm just moving with the flow

Life turns to death, and the blunt turn to smoke, what?