| Just hit a lick, sold a couple of grams and a brick |
| Celebrate with a line and a high class hoe on my dick |
| That bitch thick, lean’s got me sick |
| Pour up promethazine syrup, add some Sprite and stir up |
| Laced a joint with salt, hallucinated |
| Drug induced spree, my bitch mutilated |
| Delusional thoughts of depression cloud my head |
| Voices whispering I should be dead |
| Wanting to end my life, shoot myself |
| Grandpa’s gun locker sawed off twelve |
| Load up a shell, suicide letter, farewell |
| I’m going to hell |
| Everything black but the pain agonizing |
| Open my eyes, unappetizing |
| Half of my brain on the wall but I’m still alive |
| Wobblin down through the hall, I can barely drive |
| Swearvin all over the street, saying goodbye in a tweet |
| Death bitter sweet |
| Fuck! Aye, I wanna die |
| I do not know why the fuck I’m alive |
| Slitting my wrists with the blade on my side |
| I dip it in lean then I take it and slice |
| Very depressed, I’m always upset |
| Am I suicidal? (yep, you bet) |
| All of this money and all of these checks |
| Ain’t enough to make me take the noose off my neck |
| Fuck, y’all don’t know me tho |
| Please hit my car with a fucking torpedo |
| Got a bad bitch, looking good in a speedo |
| Talking that shit I’ma shoot like a free throw |
| Need me a hoe to shoot me in the face |
| With a Glock 'til my brain is all over the place |
| I want to launch myself out into space |
| So I can sell aliens MDMA |