I Hung Myself for a Persona

I been itching for a plot, yeah But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no 7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck) Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot, yeah Ain't no, ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah I was just with Peep in London Still feel like I don't exist at all, no Fuck this social gathering I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, yuh They told me watch out for the snakes But they forgot about the plague And the AK and with Lil Remains And the AK and what little remains, what little remains Hold up, hold up, hold up, had to put down the narcotics But I ain't really stopping, Xanny and Suboxone Stay up in my wallet, on the block, catch the Glock Shoes hanging like a cord Not a tour, 7th Ward Magnolia brown, Soulja Slim to the bone Hot boys, prime-time Dotted line, never signed On the drugs, can't doze If I do be exposed, oh no Chopper city, dead bodies Alligators, disembodied Did the crime, not the time Lil jits on the porch grippin' Nines, grippin' Nines Pull that torch, light 'em up (Yuh) Young as 12, livin' hell Lil Remains, Yung Plague No respect given 'less you steal or you take, hoe