| $uicide
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| I’m choosing my addictions
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| I keep fooling my religious bitches
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| Switching up prescriptions
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| Nooses tied
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| Now I’m crucified
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| I won’t listen til they spilling guts
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| But I could give a fuck
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| I stick it in they butt
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| Oh now she wants to be my slut
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| For what?
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| Just cause you roll the blunt?
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| Oh no
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| That ain’t how it go
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| I’m solo
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| Frozen ghost
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| I blow smoke
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| Yeah hoe
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| Drop it the floor
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| Not that ass though
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| Talking bout your life
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| I want your body
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| Oddy leave em froze
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| Pop up then I light up
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| You fuckin' boys ain’t druggin'
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| Gave up lean and sprite cause
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| That heroin keeps me duckin'
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| Fuck you know bout me woe?
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| I isolate from all you fuckas'
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| Nine up in the peep hole
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| Been plottin' on you undercover
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| Uzi roll the spliff up
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| Pain pills give me hiccups
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| Don’t nothin' make me sicker when I ain’t got my fuckin' fix bruh
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| Satan resurrected
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| That evil one king of the 6's
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| Schizo with depression
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| PCP laced on my swisher
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| Walk in the pub drop a stick in her cup
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| Drop a stick in her butt young nigga going up
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| Savage loads is the code for the hoes
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| Double dose for the low
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| Pint catch it to the dome with the 4
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| When I ride homicide, $uicide
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| I call it you gon die truth in the booths
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| I exclude, bangers big like Bruce
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| Fool who is you? |
| tell me the truth
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| Its you its not true, worth of my woes
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| Flow been worth cold, homi’s and bodies
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| Could ride and fit on my Kawasaki
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| Asian thottie chuggin sake highly likely stuffin temples with
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| Gun metal reverend rebels speakin heated conversations
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| Hatin on me you ain’t better than me
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| The demons in me tweakin candy xanny fuck you I can’t handle it |