Black Sheep Blues

Yeah
Got that drank

This one's for the dead homies that wanna see me living now
Wish that y'all could see me now
See me pouring out and reminisce when y'all was still around
But now it's all the past
Just know I'll see you soon
Pull up with a pound of gas so we can
Throw down
But until then imma show out
Til we get a tour that's sold out
Don't give a fuck if we've sold out
Ain't shit changed
Still run your fade
Still rocking chains and a teddy bear
Fuck outta hear
Tell me motherfucker do you think we care?

See I got homies that done died offa shit that you flex
And once you post the picture
You ain't even sip the rest
Apologies ahead of time
I'm slitting necks two at a time
You wanna talk about the times? Another loss, another line
Bitch I'm
Fine
I find peace when I bite the cyanide
And I'm signing off on that sacrifice for my soul and body
No afterlife
Just the after party
Skip the dice and just roll the molly
Say sorry mama!
I'm a goner
Might as well die off that holy water
I'm self-slaughtering

I'm saying,
This the fucking life I choose
Don't need to pay respects, just pay your dues
And all my life I said fuck the rules
It ain't nothing but a little case of black sheep blues
'Cus shit
In the end we got nothing to lose
Demons always talking we ain't taking no clues
So say it fucking louder like it's something to prove
It ain't nothing but a little case of black sheep blues bitch

How many credits you got all up in your "written by's"
No reconcile for times you've played the fake
Obey the blade
No masquerade
This that motherfucker who lost his mind way back in 7th grade
Outcasted by the masses
I'm the lab rat in that cage, aye
Pain is better than emptiness
I could tell you that with no bitch shit
Y'all's shit becoming irrelevant
I'm boutta come up and cop some Vetements
Gone always ride for the Four Nine
Every day I'm just buying time
Scream R I P for the ones we've lost, they watching over as the demon rise

I'm the type of guy that takes what's mine
Rolling deep down 45
Riding dirty, I'm southern fried
With the homies just living life
Breaking laws, that's just the life
Sorry mama, you raised me right, but imma wild out for the night
Don't you worry, I'll be alright!
I'm the pick of the litter
Always deliver dope lines that'll fuck up your liver
You better consider who dealing the dirt
Claiming you trill could get yourself hurt
You won't be the first! You won't be the last!
Red rum poured from the end of my flask
Body these rappers, ain't even gotta ask
Just point to whoever you think in my class bitch

I'm saying
This the fucking life I choose
Don't need to pay respects, just pay your dues
And all my life I said fuck the rules
It ain't nothing but a little case of black sheep blues
'Cus shit
In the end we got nothing to lose
Demons always talking we ain't taking no clues
So say it fucking louder like it's something to prove
It ain't nothing but a little case of black sheep blues bitch



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Writer(s): Jackson Speets
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