Bitch I'm blacked out in the rave Homie I'm bout to pass out Jaguar paw been running I'm hunting bag now Clash with the claws or homie you gettin clapped out Tracked down fucking with black You better back down Black craft Bottomless stash Fill gas house Trash house All these celebare I'm bouta crash now Black out Wake up every morning bust a pack down Facts proud I can pay the billies with the trap now Sad still I been poppin pillies like they advil Mad max I been on the edge Smoke mad pack Last act send me the suits cause I'm a class act Asset Knowing all I'm worth N shooting pass that I been in light I don't feel right I been gettin high I dnt need a life I been outamind hope I'm healing right I been laying low staying out of sight I don't wana die before I even shine In the morgue with a whore that ain't even mine I don't wana die before I even shine In the morgue with a whore that ain't even mine I been in the light I don't feel right I been gettin high I don't need a life I been out my mind hope I'm healing right I been laying low Crowd aroused as I burn in a fucking plane crash The devil want its pay back So I'ma have to stay back The vision want its lane back And I aint never seen nobody get they fuckin face snatched The beauty of a plane crash - no pay back The villains want a staycap Or nightcap, so I'ma have to listen You’ll probably catch me guarding gates or giving out decisions 2 eyes watching bones scatter around in a prison Cause I'm leading death and I ain't listening to bitchin You bitches