Ayy, ayy, ayy Reach into my pocket and I *** a cup of crumbled tundish We look like some crumbled tundish Blonded out the fuzzes, huh? And paranoia turned my stomach H1 armor, rough and rugged Desert camo, truck to the front Shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted 100 miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed To life in the past like nothing In the mother***in' gas, they dumpin' ashes and laughin' *** it, duckin', what comes from the government? Feelin' honored to the sunset I solo look like a sunset Ayy, ayy, ayy Creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we Think of my bull***, know how to pip it Put my foot on the ***in' brakes Silent for a life, became your Christ All I got was a death wish in the center Piece of suicide *** the seagull, *** the spot Easily execution on my side On my side, on my side What we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the Benz Those high-depression clinical You hear me? We in the Benz, off the Benz Those high-depression clinical Mother***er Creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we creep up now, bitch, I suck my luck Oh, we We are tired of this good world I don't want to be here Suicide, suicide, my yard Suicide, suicide, my yard Suicide, suicide, my yard You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steal side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side Meet me by the moon Half past dusk Okay Back from the dusk Cut broke He loved them drugs And guns Chin in the cut Got about 20k in the gun What? Got a pile of Valorant Cigarette butts everyday Heads up Dubai Look like I get my fine No Everyday of every month What? Bloody nights turn bloody Yeah Death could be right in front of ya What? Still wouldn't recognize her Hold up Got a death list That's some still gotta catch That's just plus something Take quick Die bitch Die bitch You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side Aye You ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name Backwoods full of bromine Okay 96 Benz with the cocaine Pay ho high Till my death I got a propane tank Low gas seeping all over the house And I'm a say so Like the ***ing best of the tank blow So glad I stayed home So long all the cops on the bay phone Lames all around me Man I hope they ***ing round me Crown making badges Only way they ***ing found me Forget about me Only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me I'm a homie That would've ***ed without me You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side You can pick the bullets from my steel side Steel side In New Orleans There were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here Especially in the graveyards And as a child I spent a lot of time in the graveyards As an adult I still spent a lot of time in the graveyards But as a child it was a regular weekend thing to do I always needed to know why Sometimes my whys got me in trouble For my last trick I don't think I'm cut out for this rap *** Aye, you wanna keep going or? Nah That's it Suicide I ***ing screamed it from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentioning I never said slick Bramley and City of L.A. That *** probably still in my boombox But nowadays I can walk into an establishment And see like myself I'm the ***ing jukebox If I wanted to *** a black Countach Drop that *** like two blocks And smash in the back of a new cop car Now I think I'm on it too I'm on the lane Yeah they drank I'm on them bars That's all I think I'm on the low Feel the means Got no time to sleep Lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend Who a enemy Nerves really stir Down from head to toe Ever feel this all the time Just gotta let it go Play days Thought the *** was over Created all the movement Created all the music Still feel like I'm losing