I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (IV)

Ay, ay, ya Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumpled hunnids We look like some crumpled hunnids Blunted out, the fuss is something Paranoia turn my stomach H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front And shirt unbottoned, seat adjusted One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed To life in the fast lane nothing Nothing in the motherfucking gas tank Dumpin' ashes and laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the government Peelin' out until the sunset Eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always) Back on my bullshit, now I have to pay it back Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Signed up for a life, became Yung Christ All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide Fuck this ego, fuck this rap Easily execution on my side Homicide, homicide But we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical Ya heard me? We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical Clinical, clinical mind (motherfucker) $uicide $uicide Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always) We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide my end $uicide, $uicide my end You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son (yeah, yeah) Meet me by the moon (right) Half past dusk (fuck that) Back from the dust, Cut Throat He loves them drugs and guns Jump in the cut Got about 20k and a gun (what?) Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts Every day adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (No) Every day, up every night (what?) Bloody nights turn bloodier Death could be right in front of ya, yeah (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up) Got a death list, that's some still gotta catch this Bust up the TEC quick Die bitch, die, bitch You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name Backwood full of dro mane, okay '96 Benz with that cocaine payin', hoe High until my death, I got that propane tank low Gas seeping all over the house, until I say so Light the fucking match, let that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone called the cops on the payphone Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son In New Orleans There were many bizarre things I always saw Growing up here, especially in the graveyards And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do I always needed to know why Sometimes my why's got me in trouble For my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit Ay, you wanna keep going, or...? Nah, that's it $uicide I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probly still in my boombox But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment And select myself on a fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach Drive that shit like two blocks and then smash In the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm wanted too Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool SoundCloud this, SoundCloud that (hey man, cut that shit off) Man the chorus suck, man Garbage, man, sounds like a fucking generic 3-6, man I don't even let the hair grow, man (get the fuck outta here) Shitty ass music (hey, man) Change the station, they fucking wack (dumb bitch, little whore) They're way too fucking short, get the fuck outta here Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay We still feel like we losing, ay Losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, the drank I'm on them bars, blowing thing I'm on a lot amphetamines Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe Have a feelings sometimes gotta let it go Plenty of days, thought shit was over Created a other movement, created other music Still feel like I'm losing