Ruby got a problem
Ruby got a problem
Ruby got a problem
Got a problem
Ruby
Ruby got a problem
Ruby at the bottom
Ruby fucking up
He gotta alotta empty bottles
Ruby full throttle
Toolie no condom
Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
Dollars got me honest
Honestly without a prophet
Probably spent all his profit (Wait, you want all of it?)
Yeah that's fucking right i copped it
Romeo with all the toxins
Roll me dope i'll lip lock it
Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
Fuck all these lames
All yall so obsessed with names
All yall dress the fucking same
$UICIDE
I'm out the game
Blame it on the fame
I'm so sick of my own name
I'm so distant from the reigns
I'm riling up a hurricane
Popping oxy
Snorting roxy
Body feeling like a zombie
Never been a role model
Never hear me say I'm sorry
7th ward dragon breathing fire while i'm slicing necks
Sixth sense deathwish
Laughing at these fucking threats
Slick the one to ask you what you gon' do?
Nothing fool
I've been suicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb
All these poppies
Cock the shotty
Barrell pressed against my body
Photocopies all around me
$UICIDE just call the posse
Kill em sloppy
Bitch we godly
Double cup that's filled with yella
Dread head cracker from the ghetto
Don't say hello
You ain't my woadie
All your friends are dead?
Mine been dead since kids
100 more in angola they serving life behind the pen
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