Yeah

Uh, yeah

(Wake up, wake up, wake up)

Uh, four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, bitch (Yeah)

I'm gon' pop myself like fuckin' Buddy did (Bap)

Uh, autopsy found whiskey in my fuckin' spit (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, pray this bullet kill me, uh, God forbid (Woah, woah)

Four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, bitch (Yeah)

Uh, I'm gon' pop myself like fuckin' Buddy did (Yeah)

Autopsy found whiskey in my fuckin' spit (Yeah, yeah)

Pray this bullet kill me, uh, God forbid (Bap, bap)

Yeah, black on black, won't notice me (Yeah)

Thirty rack gon' kick me in my brain and fuckin' cope with me

You heard somethin' pop to the hotel books, you gon' know it's me (Bap, bap)

Ask me if I mean that shit I rap, I said hopefully I— bap

Yeah, yeah, God, I'm back to pain

I spent so long gettin' better just to blow it out my brain (Yeah, yeah)

God won't let me change, I'm a fuckin' wreck (Yeah)

Cancer in, my body's at my fuckin' neck (Yeah)

Uh, four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

I'm gon' pop myself like fuckin' Buddy did (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, autopsy found whiskey in my fuckin' spit (Bitch)

Uh, pray this bullet kill me, uh, God forbid (Yeah)

Four walls kept me sick, kick that cell out, bitch (Bow)

Uh, I'm gon' pop myself like fuckin' Buddy did (Huh, yeah)

Autopsy found whiskey in my fuckin' spit

Pray this bullet kill me, uh, God forbid (Ha)

God forbid I wake up (Yeah)

Keep that two cents like a pay cut

Crack my head back with my plague on, bitch (Bow)

Push that fuckin' stake up

Hold that grudge, like, I can't make up

I taste death inside this vapor

Bitch, hope the paramedics can't find me (Bap)

Fuck the life I'm given, fuck fightin' (Yeah)

Spent 'bout twenty-five years dyin' (Yeah)

Uh, lace a fuckin' bag and I could buy it (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, I don't want that shit if I'll survive it (Woah)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah