Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Renaud
Jeremy Renaud
Songwriter
Keagan Hamel
Keagan Hamel
Songwriter
Benjamin Grave
Benjamin Grave
Songwriter

Lyrics

Alright, let me tell you something. And this is coming from 30 years of experience and over 400 robberies. You should always, always be wary of anybody who smiles by holding them at gunpoint. 'Cause that tells you right off the bat that they really don't give a fuck and they are capable of anything if you drop your guard even for a moment
I've been to Hell and back, you gon' have to send in the troops
Go 'head and treat me like an animal, abandon all the rules
Hit me with a cannonball, I'm wearing a noose
They say don't gamble what you can't afford to lose, goin' out in a blaze
My past caught up with me today, I always knew I wouldn't die of old age, I was born ready
Go ahead and pull the Nine from your waist and I'ma die with a smile on my face (Face)
It's an enigmatic practice, not giving a fuck
When you're faced with the end of a barrel and seem struck
Funny how the circumstance prompted by its holder
Who now feels in control of the situation and bolder
And their demands failing to understand I ain't the one
To challenge 'cause I have nothing to lose, I've begun
Outlining every single possible outcome
Should they even for a moment glance away from
My direction, the second they do then it's over
The icicles in my veins will prove who's colder
Tragedy is indiscriminate, ninety-nine
Percent of the time and the remaining one rhymes
With violent death as you exhale your final breath
The last thing you will see is your own gun pressed
To the side of my head held by my own hand
Smilin' back at you because we're both damned
I've been to Hell and back, you gon' have to send in the troops
Go 'head and treat me like an animal, abandon all the rules
Hit me with a cannonball, I'm wearing a noose
They say don't gamble what you can't afford to lose, goin' out in a blaze
My past caught up with me today, I always knew I wouldn't die of old age, I was born ready
Go ahead and pull the Nine from your waist and I'ma die with a smile on my face (Face)
I'm pacing late at night lookin' like a vagrant, with vacant eyes
I don't even know if I can sleep, I let the pain decide
I'm writin' letters to my people just to say goodbye
I'm catchin' demons, castin' lines into the lake of fire
Contain us in the razor wire, chain us in the box
And they call it rehabilitation, make it make sense
I'm gettin' wasted, innocence lost
And it's like I built a legacy and gone and defaced it
I'm tellin' secrets in the language of the razor blade
It's got me leakin' like I'm past my expiration date
Mister Misery, I'm actually cursed
You gon' have to do your worst 'cause your best ain't gon' make the grade
I'ma put him in the cold, cold ground
I'll be tearin' out his throat and I'm so zoned out
Takin' out soul and I'm breakin' his whole mouth It's a dangerous road to go down
I've been to Hell and back, you gon' have to send in the troops
Go 'head and treat me like an animal, abandon all the rules
Hit me with a cannonball, I'm wearing a noose
They say don't gamble what you can't afford to lose, goin' out in a blaze
My past caught up with me today, I always knew I wouldn't die of old age, I was born ready
Go ahead and pull the Nine from your waist and I'ma die with a smile on my face (Face)
Do you understand the freedom when you don't fear death?
When you at your wit's end and there's nothing here left?
Crack a smile while I'm lookin' down the barrel of a burner
Really hopin' that you prepared to commit a murder
'Cause I am and if you don't do it then I will
Process that thought and remember that if I'm still alive
Then I'll find any means and when I kill
It ain't gon' be slowly, you will find time still
You're probably wonderin', why I'm unbothered?
Think you got the upper hand, unfortunately I'm not another victim
Or at least the kind you seen before
If you don't kill me you'll end up bleedin' on the floor
Given a split second, I'm bettin' the tables turn
You better get it done, otherwise you gon' learn
That you picked the wrong one and the powder gon' burn
When the gun goes off I'll be smilin', word
Are you concerned about your own life right now?
No, I don’t worry, I’ll tell you. I’m a man who believed that I died 20 years ago, and I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything.”
Written by: Benjamin Grave, Jeremy Renaud, Keagan Hamel
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