You did good, $lick
It's a Smash!
Wah
Yeah, fightin' for my life, it's just another fuckin' Thursday
Hell nah, we can't kick it, boy, I ain't no Kurt Herbstreit
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, even our choppers say "Ya heard me"
Better find 'em a clergyman, I'm not the one for mercy
Grew up hatin' life, I used to try and skip my birthday
Skipped the talk 'bout birds and bees, I found out in the worst way
Filled with so much tension, if I fell, it'd be an earthquake
Creepin' up out the tomb, grave empty as the third day
Black Suburban, pistol shinin' through
In the North them backyards is where the fuck they pilin' you
I'm in some pain but I'm smilin' through
Nose bleed red but the motherfuckin' powder blue, huh
If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up (Pussy)
If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up (Pussy)
If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up (Pussy)
If ya 'bout it, throw ya guns up
[Part II]
Grew up hatin' life, I used to try and skip my birthday
Skipped the talk 'bout birds and bees, I found out in the worst way
Filled with so much tension, if I fell, it'd be an earthquake
F-f-fell, it'd be an earthquake, fell, it'd be an earthquake (L-l-lonely boy)
I'm snortin' dope up off the blade
Northside pull up with that "Brrt", I get 'em sprayed
Rollin' that death up in my blunt, my lungs decayed
Got the chrome courtside like I'm Chalamet, okay, okay
I'm reppin' that G, the R, the E, the Y
Wake up, get so high they think that I must wanna die
I'm on the edge, poppin' some meds, let's see if I fly
Black out my mind, go numb inside, I say it's time
If my wings don't spread and I fall to my death
I'ma crack a smile before I close my eyelids
If my wings don't spread and I fall to my death
I'ma crack a smile before I take my last breath
Hello, you have a prepaid card call from
An inmate at the Vernon Parish Jail
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