♪ ♪ ♪ Got four bitches on my digits AK's in my kitchen Cocaine on my dishes From my older uncle's business A minute turns to minutes A vision turns to visits From a witness on a mission From the visit got em snitchin' Religion of the sixes Turnin' bitches into witches Gotta hit this with a few I won't lay down up in some ditches *** em all burnin' bridges Sus motherfuckers with a sickness 45 plucked in my britches Suicide be the voice of the misfits ♪ Stone left my grievance The ice is gone deep And I breathe it then sweat it My body's back freezing My shawty keep teasing I toss a young dog, keep it cold Like I can't take the reason That gold did not bleed it All of these hoes think me gleaming I'm leaking gold, leaking gold Feed the globe, I need to keep it closed That was how we negotiated Stone left my dad, now he's three I go off the ring, oh, that's not real I know love don't wanna keep us up Now she up, that young plague won't be sure My skull started bleeding My skin started bleeding My heart started beating My eyes disappear Now the devil is never here She feels a thing ♪