DEAD

Yo, yo
Yuh
I think I would kill myself if I, wait
That's dash, that's not the song, hold on
Uh, right
Double R, double R aye, aye
Bitch I don't want it eternally
Need a peace of mind, cause you took mine
Say you can freestyle, can't walk the line
Clock is ticking money, don't waste my time
Yeah the talk was cheap, still owe me commas
In a bank account, negative dollars
Yeah you fucking poor, you ain't got no job
Yet you still flexing like a young baller
But you wear gucci and stack up your money,
The swager you talk it don't match how you walk
Persona, corona, you drink that all up
Put a dog in a kennel, you call it a mutt
Money to ear, but the time is worth more
Posting pics upon pics with the diamonds you wore
If you kept silent not boasting it all, I would not have a problem
But now I mean war, yuh

All of the shit about stealing beats
I make a couple songs in a couple weeks
But you deny the fact that that beat made you
The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune
The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune
No hunger anymore, lines caged at the zoo
Keep it a hundred and four, for the fucking innovators
Never stooped that low and fuck this easy flow

I'm invisible, you might just join a cult, ring up a telephone
And ask for your soul back, cause you gave it up to Annabelle
Sold your soul to the devil, and now you want it back
Well I'm sorry the baphomet was drawn around the goat a year ago
All your fans don't know who to be
Seeing through your facade when you deal your cards
All of my fans just know me for me
Cause ill message a brother when they be going through some shit
You say that you're a real boy
Did it without the deal boy
Money from a label telling you dog to heel boy
All these fake bitches be hitting DM's
I hit em' back like bitch I don't wanna be friends
I see one pic on your newsfeed, you follow the trends
Not going with any girl who constantly post's about the ends
I bet that you would tell a fib, you're definitely tentative
I motherfucking sit and win while you be late you shake and quive

"Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks"
Don't trust no slut you can suck my dick
YDoubleR and I'm just trying to hit
Skrr skrr on the fakes that be your mates
They drowning in the flow, keep up with the current
Riding on my wave nose dive to the hundred
In my back pocket cause they ain't like the rest
No I don't flex, where exactly fucking are you
Shut your mouth, lock it cause you're in the hortus nest
Swimming in the juice and you lost in the sauce
Bitches say salute, I say comment fuck you too
Fuck your greetings, you are loose so pardon my manners
I be trapping all my raps, you stuck a burger fuel just flipping
Boasting that you got that nine you trigger finger itching
But the only fucker you be killing is the one that's bitching, and that be yourself
Cheap talk, materialistic, fucking hypocrite
Slit wrist, plastic knife, fucking soaring that shit
No pill, no knife, no noose can kill the boy
I still gon' try, the noise will fill the void
Gonna keep rapping till I drop dead, on my last life so I'm sipping red
Not tripping much cause I like rum, maybe ten years yeah I'll join the club
I'll join the club, uh