Bitch I'm not movin He took a couple a hits now he not movin I don't think dirt human It's hot in here it's humid Who who Who who you foolin Want more keep on winning While you f*ck boy stick to losing You speak capaneese and fluent She keep tabs on what I'm doin Bitch I be that fuckin druggie junkie duckin 12 Bitch you fucking lucky if I got you in my cell phone Bells ring in hell I'll be fine all by myself But they all want me to fail Safe fucking full of skeletons I'm biting off my nails Hail Who the goats in the upper left ? Me she flash her fucking breasts Boy you pressed I might crack a smile but I'm still motherfuckin depressed You could run that fuckin trip Like you don't wanna live But I really went from sippin on a cup to doin black I want a lil more Now you got that dope fiend scheming outside your fuckin window Better stay on your fuckin tip toes I sit and I wait for death Its always in my head Speaking of that I put my splattered brains as a place on the map I'm circling back to you boys that just act You buy your blue caps I'm investing in smack Now that you think that they're wack hoe Bitch I already knew all that hoe Ride that red gator straight out of fuckin hell 12 tribes of Israel c4 on citadels oh well My soul is for sale I'll be alone and pale and sitting on the throne with holy grail Its rather that than living in a fuckin cell Hoping subs come from this dumb ass hoe that sends em in the mail