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Lookin' at the moon, never sunlight
 I be getting money with the ghost
 40 in the mud, see the bloodline
 Pulling no stars, semi auto for the foes
 Motherfucker talk when a gun fight
 Glock .45, I could lay em' on a road
 Body full of bugs, leave the tongue tied
 Demon in us, yeah, turn them into tone
 (Istasha, this shit fucking sucks)
 Changes stuck in that cage
 Stake right through me to my face
 Now dead by Everest, numb my set
 Now sticking up, pinned down, poppin' off-leash, okay
 That's blasphemy, Jesus, lie with that intel, that's treason
 You switch your colors in the back to hide you change like the seasons
 I call that digging down, talking like a parasite
 Sucking 'til I'm thinking like a leech, alright, uh
 Fuck it no command, told 'em get it
 A cannon, an armageddon, I wanna delete a terabyte
 Bite-bite down, taste so strange, don't plan that, don't separate
 To terror I can't relate, delay, erased all the pages
 Fade away the scene, black roses on the screen
 Got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines
 Away with these black roses on the screen
 Got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines
 Razor in the skin of anybody, feel a body turn into a ghost
 I've been away with a bath full of bones
 Left in the dirt, I sever the soul, I been alone
 See, I be stepping on coals, follow the road
 Storm a day away, hop in the boat
 Waiting for rain at the end of the coast now
 Call it forth, he gon' need a minute
 Take a hollow body and I'm leaving with it
 Now they pocket watching for a hollow tip
 I hit a skull and stop it from another trip
 Need a color that's dead way, new stainless blade in that next grave
 Leave for time to make hell wait, no breathin' down in this dead space
 Keep a spacing so just take his body
 Keep it factin' on me, back to bag his bones
 Spider walking out the cellar
 I walk through his window, he turn to a ghost
 Got a mouth full of venom, he's safe from nobody
 I lock him up, rip out his teeth for the gold
 Spin 'round the block when I came
 Forty shot in my property, cut, put the Glock to your skull
 I got calibers on me, I target his room 'til he cough 'em up
 Caught in my bag, keep my hands in your pockets
 I'm a God when I'm on 'em
 To walk in the mud with the gang to your miss to a target
 Skeleton closet, I'm talking to shadows
 Often all 'em told me I'm better alone in this bitch
 Poison his body I swarm his stomach
 Way I float up and pop at his skull
 Fade away the scene, black roses on the screen
 Got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines
 Away with these black roses on the screen
 Got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines