either hated or ignored
Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care—
Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?
R.I.P $lick $loth
Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)
White boy with the nappy hair
Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
Bunch of all you thirsty
Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass
Boy, get off this playa's nuts
Test yo' luck, might catch slugs
This that middle finger up
Shit, fuck a bitch
And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
Tell me really
(How does it feel?)
If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage
Fuck you punks, we stock weapons
.47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
Cut Throat, boy
There's more than one reason that I'm a—
Broke boy, ain't broke
I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe
But for now the loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets
Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes
Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah
Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick
Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a whore
Now I'm smokin' more ports
And I'm closer to death than I was when I was poor
Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch
I'll die from being bored
(He'll die from bein' bored!)
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue
Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword
Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn