Man I just
I don't know what to do no more with all this f*cking shit man
Mind keeping it down for the wicked
I roll with a crowd full of hooligans and misfits
Don't approach me if you see me, I'm wired
I blow my f*cking head off in front of yall like Dwyer
I'm on TV with a bomb strapped, hi
Rifle and knife in my palm on the side
MTV you can shoot my way
Give me Chanel West Coast and I'll pull you from the grave
Bitch you know I'd abuse this power
Pop out the scene when I'm off ten downers
Eleven kids lined up with Millie in the middle
Start f*cking with Drake an hit the bat symbol
I woke up today feeling pissed and anxious
I got a loaded nine when I start freebasing
You know how its been ever since I've plunged
Screaming f*ck my life since the age of one
Dawn of the black hearts, I'm already dead
They don't even know what the f*ck I just said
Put my suicide on the album cover
And start selling my records, an cash it mother
See it just ain't the same without me in the game
So f*ck my last CD, put that shit in the case
I had to hold it down while I rode this wave
It's a great new day to find some bitch to rape
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Bitches got me f*cked up
How many fake motherf*ckers I know, shit will count up
Only hit my phone when you bothered
F*ck your problems, you can drown feeling somber
Why'd I waste my time with a hoe
Questions asked got a new MO
Smashing tits and ass, pussy on my nose
The king is back cleaning off my throne
Sitting in rage and anger, unloaded
Don't compare me cause I'm split like Moses
JoJo wanna act like she so bad now
Bitch pipe down before that ponytail get yanked out
Vocal cords ripped, should've stayed with the bag
I know Nick was paying you to dress like a fag
Here little bitch you can have my track
Brit Smith said only once you suck my dick, yea
I said, "F*ck it all" and slit my wrist
When you turn to God, you see my face in the mist
I got a lotta issues I keep inside
With a new trench coat and some golden nines
I'm all tapped out, switching more than bipolar
Russian roulette with six bullets in the chamber
The slim reaper and I ain't talking no "K"
I ghost ride your soul till it's mine to take
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Aye aye, f*ck rapping, f*ck this beat,
F*ck these shitty social media artists who think they'll blow from autotune
F*ck everything, f*ck my life, and f*ck you too
(Laughing) I'm back
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Man I just
I don't know what to do no more with all this f*cking shit man
Mind keeping it down for the wicked
I roll with a crowd full of hooligans and misfits
Don't approach me if you see me, I'm wired
I blow my f*cking head off in front of yall like Dwyer
I'm on TV with a bomb strapped, hi
Rifle and knife in my palm on the side
MTV you can shoot my way
Give me Chanel West Coast and I'll pull you from the grave
Bitch you know I'd abuse this power
Pop out the scene when I'm off ten downers
Eleven kids lined up with Millie in the middle
Start f*cking with Drake an hit the bat symbol
I woke up today feeling pissed and anxious
I got a loaded nine when I start freebasing
You know how its been ever since I've plunged
Screaming f*ck my life since the age of one
Dawn of the black hearts, I'm already dead
They don't even know what the f*ck I just said
Put my suicide on the album cover
And start selling my records, an cash it mother
See it just ain't the same without me in the game
So f*ck my last CD, put that shit in the case
I had to hold it down while I rode this wave
It's a great new day to find some bitch to rape
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Bitches got me f*cked up
How many fake motherf*ckers I know, shit will count up
Only hit my phone when you bothered
F*ck your problems, you can drown feeling somber
Why'd I waste my time with a hoe
Questions asked got a new MO
Smashing tits and ass, pussy on my nose
The king is back cleaning off my throne
Sitting in rage and anger, unloaded
Don't compare me cause I'm split like Moses
JoJo wanna act like she so bad now
Bitch pipe down before that ponytail get yanked out
Vocal cords ripped, should've stayed with the bag
I know Nick was paying you to dress like a fag
Here little bitch you can have my track
Brit Smith said only once you suck my dick, yea
I said, "F*ck it all" and slit my wrist
When you turn to God, you see my face in the mist
I got a lotta issues I keep inside
With a new trench coat and some golden nines
I'm all tapped out, switching more than bipolar
Russian roulette with six bullets in the chamber
The slim reaper and I ain't talking no "K"
I ghost ride your soul till it's mine to take
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Aye aye, f*ck rapping, f*ck this beat,
F*ck these shitty social media artists who think they'll blow from autotune
F*ck everything, f*ck my life, and f*ck you too
(Laughing) I'm back
I don't know what to do no more with all this f*cking shit man
Mind keeping it down for the wicked
I roll with a crowd full of hooligans and misfits
Don't approach me if you see me, I'm wired
I blow my f*cking head off in front of yall like Dwyer
I'm on TV with a bomb strapped, hi
Rifle and knife in my palm on the side
MTV you can shoot my way
Give me Chanel West Coast and I'll pull you from the grave
Bitch you know I'd abuse this power
Pop out the scene when I'm off ten downers
Eleven kids lined up with Millie in the middle
Start f*cking with Drake an hit the bat symbol
I woke up today feeling pissed and anxious
I got a loaded nine when I start freebasing
You know how its been ever since I've plunged
Screaming f*ck my life since the age of one
Dawn of the black hearts, I'm already dead
They don't even know what the f*ck I just said
Put my suicide on the album cover
And start selling my records, an cash it mother
See it just ain't the same without me in the game
So f*ck my last CD, put that shit in the case
I had to hold it down while I rode this wave
It's a great new day to find some bitch to rape
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Bitches got me f*cked up
How many fake motherf*ckers I know, shit will count up
Only hit my phone when you bothered
F*ck your problems, you can drown feeling somber
Why'd I waste my time with a hoe
Questions asked got a new MO
Smashing tits and ass, pussy on my nose
The king is back cleaning off my throne
Sitting in rage and anger, unloaded
Don't compare me cause I'm split like Moses
JoJo wanna act like she so bad now
Bitch pipe down before that ponytail get yanked out
Vocal cords ripped, should've stayed with the bag
I know Nick was paying you to dress like a fag
Here little bitch you can have my track
Brit Smith said only once you suck my dick, yea
I said, "F*ck it all" and slit my wrist
When you turn to God, you see my face in the mist
I got a lotta issues I keep inside
With a new trench coat and some golden nines
I'm all tapped out, switching more than bipolar
Russian roulette with six bullets in the chamber
The slim reaper and I ain't talking no "K"
I ghost ride your soul till it's mine to take
Look at this pain
Look at this blade
Look at the state I'm in
Motherf*cker I'm taking what's already mine
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm dead in my lines
Look at my f*cking life, what am I sayin
Its been this way, when I'm turning my page
Cash, females, a peace of mind
I'll crash this shit when I'm dead in my lines
Aye aye, f*ck rapping, f*ck this beat,
F*ck these shitty social media artists who think they'll blow from autotune
F*ck everything, f*ck my life, and f*ck you too
(Laughing) I'm back
Writer: Dylan Sandoval
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid