[Norfside $Hawty] Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin' $Carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care Norfside, Shit, where the fuck that been R. I. P, $lick $loth
Playa hataz surround me Like vultures on a dead body Get the fuck from 'round me Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend White boy with the nappy hair Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh Bunch of all you thirsty 30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass Boy get off this playa's nuts Test your luck, might catch slugs This that middle finger up Shit, fuck a bitch And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it Tell me really How does it feel? If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin Fuck the fluxes competition We got the leverage Fuck you pussies stocked with [?] 47's 45's Tec's Poles on this cut throat boy There's more than one reason that I'm [?]
[Ruby Soho] R. I. P boy Ain't broke I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread Now I've seen the globe Puff another load Sitting in the [?] lead pipe Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs So them fuckboys will follow, yeah Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort It's a tough pill to kick Always fall short Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death Then I was when I was poor Coke and bitches in the kitchen passin' out on the couch I'm tired from bein' bored You'll die from bein' bored
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh Lord Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward oh Lord Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, pullin' in I was at the morgue Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn