D B
Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
A B
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
B
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
B
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
B
Pull up, swang with the blade
B
Then I pray over dead prey
D
Banging grey till my grave
B
Milli rock, sa passe
B D
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
B
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
B
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
B
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
B
Kill mo', kill mo'
B
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
B
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
N.C.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
B
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
A B
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
B
$carecrow walking in the fog
B
Life got worse than it was before, ho
