Southside Suicide

All these people 'round me
Talkin' that bull, I do this shit myself
Contemplating 'bout that suicide
Shut the fuck up 'bout my health
I might pull up on a mother fucker
Make it rain, I bring the thunder
Declaring war, what else?
But I am ready to die, Lucifer by my side
Pop the Glock right on top of my shelf
All of these people are ignorant
They never hearing it
Pigs in a blanket
And all of them sinners
I might as well finish 'em
Make some incisions
And cut 'em up, no competition
Got the skill and I
Came to kill and I
Start the heist, and didn't I mention?
You would think I came from Florida
Ski Masks, Pumps, and Triple Extentions

Do you believe in Jesus?
Yes I do
Well, you're going to meet him

We the people; creeping and creeping
And show up slow where you sleeping
Brothers grim and we reaping
And grab you from behind
Windows tinted, tinted, we pull up
My Glock is ready, we roll up
Bite the bullet bitch
Welcome to Southside Suicide

Guns in my hand and I feel like the man
And I stick to the plan but he got up and ran
People just think that I don't even care
And then some even wonder if I'm in despair
I just feel like there's things that no one should compare
But if you really ignorant you better prepare
Imma make it rain with my clip in, yeah
Stunna with the bitches and my dick in, yeah
Light 'em up quick when I whip in
Hope I kill him
Bullets fill him
Imma grill him
Instill him
With a deep sleep
Deep like 6 feet

Southside Suicide
Would you like
A free ride
To the depths of my mind
I am not of your kind
I would like just to die
After I kill you bye



Credits
Writer(s): Beige Delight
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