Deathofawarlord
All I see is death, ay
Think about death
Dream about death
Fantasize about my death
Take my last breath and my final fuckin' steps
Then I get to lay my head down and let my soul rest
Young Threat, no respect, shawty's legs around my neck
No money, no flex, in my lane I am the best
Got a witch on my dick and she down to cast a hex
To vex my shit, correct that bitch right 'til I fuck her next
More drugs and no sleep
Bitch I haven't felt my face in like a week
Young Corpse out the grave, never had no money saved
Never had a damn whip, never seen a better day, ay
Bitch come correct or don't come at me at all
Don't hit my line, I'm blacking out off fentanyl
Thought it was a xan, mixed the shits with the alcohol
I wish that I died and that I fucking lost it all
Bitch i got some problems, better leave me be
Fried my brain at 18 from all the ecstasy
Moved to tall boys and the fuckin' LSD, yeah
Moving through this green screen, man it never could be
The death of a warlord
Go check my scoreboard
Bitch, I'm Grievous in the cut
Fuckin' swinging four swords
More drugs and no sleep
Bitch I haven't felt my face in like a week
Young Corpse out the grave, never had no money saved
Never had a damn whip, never seen a better day, ay
Think about death
Dream about death
Fantasize about my death
Take my last breath and my final fuckin' steps
Then I get to lay my head down and let my soul rest
Young Threat, no respect, shawty's legs around my neck
No money, no flex, in my lane I am the best
Got a witch on my dick and she down to cast a hex
To vex my shit, correct that bitch right 'til I fuck her next
More drugs and no sleep
Bitch I haven't felt my face in like a week
Young Corpse out the grave, never had no money saved
Never had a damn whip, never seen a better day, ay
Bitch come correct or don't come at me at all
Don't hit my line, I'm blacking out off fentanyl
Thought it was a xan, mixed the shits with the alcohol
I wish that I died and that I fucking lost it all
Bitch i got some problems, better leave me be
Fried my brain at 18 from all the ecstasy
Moved to tall boys and the fuckin' LSD, yeah
Moving through this green screen, man it never could be
The death of a warlord
Go check my scoreboard
Bitch, I'm Grievous in the cut
Fuckin' swinging four swords
More drugs and no sleep
Bitch I haven't felt my face in like a week
Young Corpse out the grave, never had no money saved
Never had a damn whip, never seen a better day, ay
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Writer(s): Heretic
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