Hair down, smoking on a blunt
Smoking a fucking cigarette
To fuck up both of my lungs
Fuck you mean you hung yourself
From the top bunk, bitch?
You ain't even high enough
Boy bitch, I put it to my skull
Bitch, believe I'ma drop, boy
Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy
Rot in the box, breaking the locks
I ain't even got a clock, boy
Watch them hoes flock, boy
Break my fucking heart, and now
I'm bustin' out shots, boy
and watch my head pop, boy
Don't quit your day job, who
The fuck else gonna stock,
You motherfucking box boy
Hair up, purple double cup
Never front, this ain't what you want
$uicide, take my own life
Another depressing- ass alibi
Give a fuck about the club
I'll walk up in that bitch
And shoot that motherfucker up
Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique
Motherfuckers, leave me alone, boy
Trend, fuck your clothes, too
Fuck you mean you with your team?
Give a fuck about your dreams
And if this is what it seems,
