[ Featuring Skill Syrup, DrakoDied ]
Buried and lonely
But back with a vengeance
I go hit up Tony
And lay down some tension
I been up, I'm growing
Just get out my mentions
I'm getting that money
It don't help my depression
There's horrors inside of my skull uh
Double drink, I need to pour up
Looking back at all my old love
Crushing up pills in my soda
Telling me I need to slow some
Holly boy making his own cuts
That's why my skin had to grow tough
Raised by brothers, I'm built rough
5150 I pull up in Benz
I Drop 1-87 and murder your friends
There ain't nothing for me in this life but my kin
I been making these tracks so I'll speak when I'm dead
I'm holding a blade to my chest now
I sharpened it up and I press down
Everything lost is eventually found
Preparing for eternal rest now
I'm dragging my soul out this rut now
You spoke out of turn, sit the f*ck down
I'm turning my hurt into bucks, wow
Keep cutting myself and let blood out
So keep it low key, like it's Chamber of Secrets
Fall to your knees and reveal me your weakness
Stabilize stalls, and the fabled resolve
I'm faded is all, hope my fate will dissolve
Don't look at me goofy I'm over that
Shit I never could chill with the sober cats
Bitch I light up a doobie, sip cognac
You should really give up the lil phony act
And I'm whipping the f*ck out this Pontiac
You know Gibby itching to get stoney, yeah
Confiscated my Drac but the chrome intact
I call myself the kid but I'm grown, in fact
We got hollow flowing puss
We just popped a couple buses, yeh
Hara Kiri bust
With that syrup on production, yeh
Lump ya head and trust
You gon wake up with concussion, ayy
So run, like we discussed
Or I'll make this Smith and Wesson spray
