I Must Wanna Die

I took three pills
Man I must wanna die
I've been raising kids
Counting cash and getting high

Yeah, that's real Versace
Bought it straight up at the store
I would wear it all the time
But don't want shit to smell like smoke
Got 9 chains now
They tell me way to go
They be asking who is he
But they be acting like they know
Pull that nigga out the car
Put these shoes on him
He a shoe rack
I ain't buying shit out of Walmart
But with food stamps
I'm that same old nigga
In some new pants
All of them cost between
Like 200 and two racks
I know I'm new money
But it's overdue cash
And if I ever run you one
You finna run a few back
That ain't fit talk
Pose
Let that fit talk
Hundred thousand on me
That's too much
To let my bitch talk for me
That ain't big talk
Nah nah that's pimp talk
Blueface's get away with murder
That's a Crip walk
You let bitches get away with murder
That's a big flaw
Tiny ain't no fucking great Dane
But that's big dog
If you ain't got no metal
Let me tell you that's not stick talk
If you ain't spraying shit
But fucking Pam
Then that's non-stick talk
Play like I got pissed off
Flip it like a hip toss
Got four kids
But dreams cost you more
Than the kid cost
In total
I just wanted to say
Get ready to fucking lift off
Cause I'm coming with slick talk
And hot lesbians
Eric Bischoff
Now hold on
Cause I know I got a big jaws
And big dreams
My first ain't really that big,
But they still hit hard
I'm a skinny nigga
But I fit big nuts
Into Rihanna's silk drawls
Ima shoot a nigga
Watch him limp off
I'm the only nigga from my city dog
Ain't no other person here that put me on

I took three pills
Man I must wanna die
I've been raising kids
Counting cash and getting high
I took three pills
I took three pills
I took three pills

I am a big deal
Drop off on my Block
Boy, that's some shit will get you killed
I ain't grew up in no neighborhood
That I have ever lived
Hold up on my own
I really do this shit for real
If you gone shoot that shit
Then shoot that bitch
And shoot that bitch to kill
That's what ant told me
Way before I hit the villa
So I ain't avoiding Moncrief
I'm already knowing what's the deal
Grew up on them Kansas City streets
I'm from the field
And if you ever see me run
It was off on the plug
Or up a bill
Fuck yo little change
My money, running up a hill
I should have a little
Jump off on your head
And get you killed
You know I usually ain't even into threatening over here
But I know you over there mad as hell
That all you said
Ain't get fulfilled

I took three pills
Man I must wanna die
I've been raising kids
Counting cash and getting high
I took three pills
I took three pills
I took three pills

I am a big deal
Drop off on my Block
Boy, that's some shit that'll get you killed
I ain't grew up in no neighborhood
That I have ever lived
Grew up on them Kansas City streets
I'm from the field
And if you ever see me run
It was off on the plug
And up a bill

I took three pills
Man I must wanna die
I've been raising kids
Counting cash and getting high
I took three pills
I took three pills
I took three pills
I took three pills



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Writer(s): Antuane Dawaune Scott Smith
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