13th Understanding, 7th Book of Sorrow
Watch me slay the fucking game
And make these suckers dig their graves
I could give a motherfuck 'bout what you is and what's your name
Ain't no thing I can't do
I've been pimpin', yeah, it's true
Hoe, I'm sick of all this fussing, I ain't playing who is who
Pimp a bitch just because
Slip my dick into her throat
Make her bend her back, whoa!
Now she ridin' like a pro
I done buried all my feelings, I got blades deep in my chest
Ain't a motherfucker colder, I got thorns deep in my flesh
I don't know the fuck is up and maybe I'll be dead again
But whatever happens, happens, and that's everything you get
Maybe Hell ain't even cold, maybe Heaven ain't that good
I'll find out whenever I decide to make my face all blue, uh
Grim Reaper, hold my dope
I got 'em in a constant choke
They tryna get me out them drugs
But, baby, game is all I know
I've been putting thoughts on bitches
But my heart can't even hold
I want a cross across my chest and let y'all motherfuckers go
I have burned all of my feelings, I got covers on my chest
You will never see my tears unless is in my fucking neck
But right ain't got a dime, I'm switching planes by burning sage
Maybe in a couple seconds I'll be back and turn the page
I don't know the fuck is up and maybe I'll be dead again
But whatever happens, happens, and that's everything you get
Maybe Hell ain't even cold, maybe Heaven ain't that good
I'll find out whenever I decide to make my face all blue, uh
And make these suckers dig their graves
I could give a motherfuck 'bout what you is and what's your name
Ain't no thing I can't do
I've been pimpin', yeah, it's true
Hoe, I'm sick of all this fussing, I ain't playing who is who
Pimp a bitch just because
Slip my dick into her throat
Make her bend her back, whoa!
Now she ridin' like a pro
I done buried all my feelings, I got blades deep in my chest
Ain't a motherfucker colder, I got thorns deep in my flesh
I don't know the fuck is up and maybe I'll be dead again
But whatever happens, happens, and that's everything you get
Maybe Hell ain't even cold, maybe Heaven ain't that good
I'll find out whenever I decide to make my face all blue, uh
Grim Reaper, hold my dope
I got 'em in a constant choke
They tryna get me out them drugs
But, baby, game is all I know
I've been putting thoughts on bitches
But my heart can't even hold
I want a cross across my chest and let y'all motherfuckers go
I have burned all of my feelings, I got covers on my chest
You will never see my tears unless is in my fucking neck
But right ain't got a dime, I'm switching planes by burning sage
Maybe in a couple seconds I'll be back and turn the page
I don't know the fuck is up and maybe I'll be dead again
But whatever happens, happens, and that's everything you get
Maybe Hell ain't even cold, maybe Heaven ain't that good
I'll find out whenever I decide to make my face all blue, uh
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