Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames
I'm drowning in the fame, I paid my dues
I feel like I really got nothing to lose
I got nothing for you, I got nothing for me
I got no one to blame, when I look in the mirror I look at my face with a Glock in my hand, on god, just blow me away
Sentimental, self-indulge in gambling to cope with all the pain
Nobody around when it storms and rains
Only around when the rivers are flowing, rise up from the ground, the pain remains, yeah
Stains on my brain, I know I never will be the same
Babe Bone keep a grip on that flame
Baby Bone, no, I cannot be tamed
Headshot, sending one at my brain
White boy in that Chevy thing
Drop top, fucking let it rain
Look at the wet wrist, mention the neck
Heavy as fuck, I be breaking a sweat
Lace up my boots, sing with the truth
You know I'm ready to die for my set
All But 6 be the gang, still tryna maintain my Florida things
Still calling my name, no where to be friendly, step on to the ground, no more time to play
Box me up, then put me away
Then pick me up when it's time to lay inside my grave
Inside my grave where I remain with my remains
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm switching lanes like somebody after me and I gotta get away
Yeah, all my homies down to ride
All my bitches wanna get high
All my brothers looking up to me to take 'em to the sky
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm switching lanes like somebody after me and I gotta get away
Yeah, all my homies down to ride
All my bitches wanna get high
All my brothers looking up to me to take 'em to the sky
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't a damn thing changed
Yeah, all my homies down to ride
All my bitches wanna get high
All my brothers looking up to me to take 'em to the sky
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