A Death in the Ocean Would Be Beautiful

Finish him! Percocets and the codeine, got me floating Opiates, I'm a junkie, fuck the money 3rd Ward in the dope house, keep a closed mouth In the ghetto, bitch, I got clout Never seen droughts Hit the route where the felons lurk Tony's in the dirt, findin' work Got my 20 shirts, tell the homie, "Fuck your turf" Triple six, don't make me manifest Bulletproof, the vest Lucifer done made me promises, and that's an honest threat Oozing feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat Loosely take a couple, feelin' woozy how I cope Burning wax, but ain't no candles I can't handle what I know What I don't know, I will try and probably use until I croak I done fucked all of these bitches I don't trust them, so I don't fuck a ho Pussy's just another hole that I crawl in and out of Slit my throat, I'll die inside of a bitch I be that downward spiral-looking motherfucker tryna aim a rifle 911, don't fucking dial