Blood-blood drippin' off my braids
Persuade 'em with the blade
Bitch, I call a spade a spade
There ain't no need for throwin' shade
You know I keep that contraband
$uicide in high demand
Keep a handful of them Xans', and a fully loaded mag'
Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket
Bitches on my mattress, fuck 'em all backwards
Walkin' corpse, stalkin' courts
Show 'em no remorse
Corner store, sippin' fours
Fresh up off a tour, bitch
Tulip flower petals, shower me in slow motion
While I'm blowin' on some sour D
Fuck an idol, no one towers over me
Hopefully, openly talkin' 'bout all of my emotions
Ocean deep, sink into the bottom
Openin' up all my fuckin' problems
Bitch, I promise I'll become forgotten, rotten
Fuckin' spotted on the concrete, 6 times 3
If I was a key on the board, I'd probably be "delete" or "escape"
Either way, you're pressin' me, uh
