MoMA

(Wait, wait)

Hundred proof in a coma

(Wait, wait)

Put my face in the MoMA

(Wait, wait)

Oh no, oh me, oh my

(Wait, wait)

What a lovely day to die

Butter- buttercup

Sport an orange bubble, mixing dirty water up

Light beige trainers, like a foreigner

My blade bring 'em to the coroner

Whistling by, tunnel vision on my mission, the mission is not

What you can say, but what you gon' do?

The world is a bitch, if you shiver you die

Ain't give a fuck if you're civil or not

Nowhere to run, bitch you've run outta options

Pray for my father, he's all on my conscious

Thinking about every chance that I got

Chances is that I stash the chips

Masked and tint, reminisce 'bout bro who used to miss his taxes

Masochist, drunk and pretty boys, that's OT shit

Bigging up my meals, I tried the whites but they don't fit

Let me die on Chapel Hill

With a bottle, body still

I pour it out just for my ****

Live the life he never will

I see it all, through the temple

See the cup I grip, I never spill

Real recognize real, fuck a code you know the deal

And I don't need nothing, don't ask me for something

I pull up to function, this glitter ain't gold

The soul has been sold, we pull up, we hop out

I fuck up my life, don't you ask me to wait

(Wait, wait)

What's it worth when it's over?

(Wait, wait)

What's a word when it's sober?

(Wait, wait)

Oh no, oh me, oh my

(Wait, wait)

What a lovely day to die

Bask in it, Risk it all, peel the scalp

Dip the law, I'm in Miami like I'm Ricky Ross

Dish the ball, I'm slamming, yamming it

Kareem Abdul Ja'banging it

Adam bring them cannons in

Versace my aim, in the snow and the rain

In the buttery slips and my ankles is wet

Boy that's just where I'm at, yo they're knowing the name

I'm on snap in the 'vette, told em ayo don't play (Play, play)

Play with my payout

I'm finna turn up and flex on my day off

Promo need cut me a check to the bay or LA

I'ma stay out of state for the paper

Wait, I need a deck full of aces

I need to learn some more patience

I know my issues is latent

This one I can't put on you, need to tell you the truth but I hate it

Fuck a job, I'm finna rap boy

Fuck your old bitch, that's how I act boy

Yeah the tax boy never come down

In the 3-2, that's what we hold down

See the whole town, full of fake fucks

All these rap boys that don't rap much

Claiming hoe shit, that they don't do

Talking big shit, yeah I got you

Fiji water for the hand clean (Splishy)

Drunk as fuck for my piss test (Pissy)

Sketchy **** getting antsy

Broke boy, bitch I've been stressed

Need assistance, don't assist me

Need to step back, let that bitch breathe

Need the clutch down, when I switch speeds

Need that neck quick, need that suck piece

It's the cream soda crybaby

I, glisten in the linens I apply

Christened in the river when I dive

Distant in the winter when you died

Tripping on decisions in my life

Drifting? Well you better pick a side

Demons make appearance in the night

Oh, ah, he that mane

Won't stop, feed my pain

Floods high, bleach my brain

Bitch, don't tell me wait

(Wait, wait)

Que sera, sera, sera

(Wait, wait)

The only thing I fear is god

(Wait Wait)

Oh no, oh me, oh my

(Wait, wait)

What a lovely day to die