[Supa Bwe & Cadillac Duke]
When I die f** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a peice of sh** It ain't hard to f**in tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies
Dressed in silk, I like ripped TRU's and plaid hoodies
I been losing it lately, I
Let hate take me, I
Seen no sober nights
Walked that shaky line
[Supa Bwe]
Dead Americana baby
Tell me what you living for
My papa from the projects baby
My mama outa Liverpool
Chicago Ave & lockwood, I don't miss it
I grew up where n***as go missing
Rags to riches, thats the f**in mission
Quit selling dope, I'm selling f**ing tickets to my shows
[Cadillac Duke]
Dead Americana baby, out the jam I f**in roll
Flint town dissipated baby, barley beat the f**in dope
Blunt to the face when I feel the wakes call
I left all of my famo back home
I been on the road, I been on my own
Saw my mama go 18 years ago