I feel like Princess Peach
Rose gold all on my Mercedes
Rose gold on my bitch
Lookin like her name Mercedes
I need a hoe who down
One who’ll ask whatup ladies
Switched out the friendly smile
With a face that reads fuck you pay me
Ain’t got rabies
I just overdosed off coke and dope
I know they hope I died
My back is aching from holding the underground down
Ever since we dropped high tide
Standing in my grave like I aint 5’9
One more minute til the hours done I take my time
Fake my pride
It’s really all about state of mind
Reality reflected the state of your nervous system
Listening in on ya bitchin it sounds like belong in the kitchen
I ain’t got time
$ui suicide
Made a whole culture that’s based on dying
Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line
Wetto in that TRX
Higher than the upper deck
The way she suck my dick, I’m rubbernecking at her rubber neck
Christians holler what the heck?
I call me to cut my check
Overdosing off the dope and still ain’t feeling nothing yet
Glock 19 with the red dot beam
Fuck rapping, when I’m shooting I’m at my best
Police come, take the AK out
Aim that mother fucker straight right at his chest
Talking about killing got my dick getting hard
Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more
When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket
Hoes in my casket, think I need four?
Oh oh oh, walking this beat
Face looking like ain’t nothing I ain’t seen
Dogs in my lungs every time that I breathe
Ima fiend for the war, Ima breed they can’t be
Say what I mean, lie when I speak
If an opp die before we can meet
I’ll catch them in hell and I’ll send him to heaven
Not even his God can fucking protect him
Got bitches that love me that I don’t remember
My gang members around in me every direction
It’s $UI!