[$witchblade $crim:]
Manifesto of depression
Stocking up my weapons
Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression
Symbol of oppression
Triple six flexing
Fuck boys love my seconds
Smoking dope while I’m texting
Sounds so simple, right?
Artesian on some ice
Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night
Mother fuckers want to adopt the dark, but I was born in it
Popping pills until I’m stopping hearts, bunch of worms swimming…
Through my veins and blood, put that lead in my skull
Through my veins and blood, put that lead through my skull
Kill yourself, mother fucker
Death in the night
Hiding from the light
Everything changes when you make it out alive
Middle of the night, hoping that I die
Middle of the night, always fucking high
Got a life I’m trying to shake
Get the fuck away
Die slow for me, baby, let’s get the fuck away
Die slow let’s get the fuck away
[Yung $now:]
I’m hoping that someone will come and slit my throat
And then I can finally overdose
Shawty looking like she needs some rest, so in the grave she goes
I’m right beside her
She trying to get what’s in my chest
Hollow ribs
She doesn’t know that I’m a ghost
Haunting the air with my sweet decay
For death I do not delay
Yeah, that’s why my skin is grey
Five Nine is the blood stain painted on your day
Switching up the blade
Yeah, she said she wants the knife
Told her, bitch I got the sword
Yeah, her dress ain’t white no more
I’m that seventh ward dead lord
Got my bitch dead on the floor
Now she begging for some more
Now she begging for some more
Would you die for me?
Would you die for me?
I need you and I hope you need me too
I want to kill you
Would you die for me?
Would you die for me?
I need you and I hope you need me too