I Am the Apocalypse

Eyes stay bloodshot

Both on fetty wap

Let them roll back

While them drugs do their job

Same motherfuckers thinkin' that they still hot

Be the same motherfuckers I can't see at the top

Six double six till my crucifix

Diagnosed a lunatic

Blood on me, no need to rinse

Been dead for years, no need to slit

Suboxone strips so I don't slip

But all my cravings still exist, shit

Sometimes I just need that fix

Sometimes I just need that drip

Voices say you need that, bitch

Convinced I'm meant to die with it

Scripts stay piled up with my sins

Sniffin' them pills, all I feel is bliss

Fallin' from a cliff, no savin' $lick

Fate laid out, no changin' it

Found my piece, acceptin' that

I am my own apocalypse

Digital villain, the sin of the internet

Your wifi password is incorrect

Throw up the set

G59 in full effect

Cigarette smoke silhouette

Me and $lick Sloth in the trunk of the 'Vette

With Pouya in the front, headed straight for the check

Ay, stains on the blades, no, that ain't wet paint

That's your favorite fucking rapper's brains on the pavement, ay, yeah

Typical drug addict, fictional love at its finest

I'm pissing away my whole life

And it's fine because ruby the cherry is physical

I'm just a piece of shit trying to shine

Ignorant swine, what a pitiful try

Bitch, I'm ripping your spines out

South side suicide

Sifting through pine just so I can get high one more time

Let me shout, I'm high till I die