DOWNKA$t

Highest mutha fucka in the room, yeah you know it's me
Another dead youngin the tomb, may he rest in peace
Need a whip that zooms, hell fuck it buy a necklace piece
Feeling like I'm doomed, heavy price on my soul
Tell me why I call your phone, I miss you gurl I want you home
Tell me lies a heart of stone, tragic world and it's my home

Yeah I fell off, but I'm back on track
I'ma fall again, yeah I'm wack like that
I just need a friend, but they don't write back
I done did a lot, but I don't look back
Everybody hate when you speak on facts
Think it's too late I done lived too fast
How much can I take till I break like glass
Not much on the plate, and the tank and the gas

Always talking never listen, how you know about my position
I don't trust me not a soul, superstitions all I know
I been broke, I been low
I been up from that shit though
How I did that bitch I live that I just sit back sip a six pack
I was at the bottom, heard the money calling
I ain't got no problems, cause I fucking solved em
Yeah I'm solem, thick and solid, sturdy column
Bitch you jobless, I just bought a golden goblet for my liquor
Shit go figure

Highest motherfucker in the room, yeah you know it's me
I been dropping shit inside my cup, and I can barely see
What the fuck you think you doing, coming tryna talk to me
I don't give a fuck about you, unless you held it down for me

Hold up, take it back for a minute
I ain't really had a little bit of cash in a minute
I been feelin' like a little bit of trash for a minute
If you want it we can get it in the back for a minute
(Aye Aye)
In the back for a minute
White lined up man, I'm bad for the bitches
My toe tag to the gram with the bitches
Four lines down, and I'm mad cause I'm twitching

Whoa, better hold that flow
Yeah my lungs too thin, better take this slow
Gotta get that though
Like wayne in my veins, for the shit that's cold
I can rep this mode
I get dressed to my best, I don't do that though
I ain't gotta prove shit to a bitch ass hoe
They like stu you the best, I'm like shit I know

I don't give a fuck about what they say up on the internet
They think I should quit this shit, but I ain't fuckin' finished yet
I just killed a bottle, I think that might be my eighth today
At this point man, I don't give a fuck if I just fade away

You could probably find me in the corner rolling (rolling) (rolling)
Something in the blunt, I'm fucking losing focus (focus) (focus)
If they talking shit, then we could get it going (going) (going)
Train em up and pop em like Kino Der Toten

If you don't fuck with us, then I don't really give a shit
Yeah I could probably find you, with your lips up on my dick
Yeah You ain't gotta tell me, I know I'm a piece of shit
Yeah find me in my casket, fucking sipping on a fifth yeah