Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life
It's no joke
To low
I can't cope
Smoke dope
For the pain
1 Glock 1 shot
Point it straight
At my brain
Do not resuscitate
Told you don't hesitate
I put a end to
The voice in my head
Nobody ever listen
What I said
I don't really f** with the rest
Young kid flex
Put the blade to ya neck
1 more step b**h
You loose your head
No one remember
The sh** that you did
Bury bodies
Stack'em 4-wide
Why they b**h busy
Hit my phone line
I been getting money
Off my own time
You should stop biting
And stick with
Your own rhymes
Shorty you looking so think
Baby come grind on this dick
Let me take you back to my hotel
Lay you down f** you good
Till that p**y swell
I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don't understand
Don't understand
It takes
Dedication & some discipline
Talent, d** and experience
But to be honest living life I'm sick of it
Even if moneys still coming in
Even tho people still bump my sh**
f** the world
d**h sound luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don't think I'm serious
That's why…
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life
Two slit wrists
With a scythe
To f**ed up
Had to leave this life