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Sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime

7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line

West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride

Who am I?

I am god, I am Basquiat

Trap-a-holics mixtapes

Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas

Grey Five Nine signed

Rough diamonds tryna shine

Christ and I, $ui-$ucide

You know, you know, you know I’m

Diving head first when crucified

Lucifer cried when I told him I’m choosing to die

Noose and a knife

But I ain’t use the knife

To loosen the noose, keep it tight

Abusing the truth, that’s a lie

Fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind

Fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine

Fuck boy better…

Fuck boy better sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime

7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line

Yet another line inside the cup

Another line you should look up

Another line that shook you up

I signed the line for Lucifer

Damn son where’d you find this?

Real trap shit

5−9 'til I’m dead, aye

Bitch, I’m Grey 'til the death, aye

Never gave a fuck 'bout dying, no

Even when I was a jit, woe

Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking china white

Fuck it if I die tonight, I’m gambling with my fucking life

West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride

Who am I?

I am god, I am Basquiat

Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins

Mentally derranged, hear the crows say my name ($carecrow)

I’m just wasting my time, I’m just wastin' my breath

Why can’t I just die?

Why can’t I go next?

Why we get no respect?

Why I loved holding TEC’s?

Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em to death

This ain’t no motherfuckin' trend, everyday feels like the end

Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can’t feel my sins