I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (IV)

Ay, ay, ya
 Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumpled hunnids
 We look like some crumpled hunnids
 Blunted out, the fuss is something
 Paranoia turn my stomach
 H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
 Desert camo truck to the front
 And shirt unbottoned, seat adjusted
 One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed
 To life in the fast lane nothing
 Nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
 Dumpin' ashes and laughin'
 Fucking duckin' what comes from the government
 Peelin' out until the sunset
 Eyes so low, look like a sunset
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 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always)
 Back on my bullshit, now I have to pay it back
 Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes
 Signed up for a life, became Yung Christ
 All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide
 Fuck this ego, fuck this rap
 Easily execution on my side
 Homicide, homicide
 But we used to all the time
 We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical
 Ya heard me?
 We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical
 Clinical, clinical mind (motherfucker)
 $uicide
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 $uicide
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
 Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always)
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 We are tired of this new world
 I don't want to be here
 $uicide, $uicide my end
 $uicide, $uicide my end
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 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son (yeah, yeah)
 Meet me by the moon (right)
 Half past dusk (fuck that)
 Back from the dust, Cut Throat
 He loves them drugs and guns
 Jump in the cut
 Got about 20k and a gun (what?)
 Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts
 Every day adds up
 Do I look like I give a fuck? (No)
 Every day, up every night (what?)
 Bloody nights turn bloodier
 Death could be right in front of ya, yeah (what?)
 Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
 Got a death list, that's some still gotta catch this
 Bust up the TEC quick
 Die bitch, die, bitch
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave?
 Live your life with no name
 Backwood full of dro mane, okay
 '96 Benz with that cocaine payin', hoe
 High until my death, I got that propane tank low
 Gas seeping all over the house, until I say so
 Light the fucking match, let that tank blow
 So glad I stayed home
 Someone called the cops on the payphone
 Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me
 Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me
 Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy
 Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
 In New Orleans
 There were many bizarre things I always saw
 Growing up here, especially in the graveyards
 And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
 As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards
 But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do
 I always needed to know why
 Sometimes my why's got me in trouble
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 For my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit
 Ay, you wanna keep going, or...?
 Nah, that's it
 $uicide I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop
 The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick
 Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probly still in my boombox
 But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment
 And select myself on a fucking jukebox
 If I wanted to cop a black Countach
 Drive that shit like two blocks and then smash
 In the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm wanted too
 Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool
 SoundCloud this, SoundCloud that (hey man, cut that shit off)
 Man the chorus suck, man
 Garbage, man, sounds like a fucking generic 3-6, man
 I don't even let the hair grow, man (get the fuck outta here)
 Shitty ass music (hey, man)
 Change the station, they fucking wack (dumb bitch, little whore)
 They're way too fucking short, get the fuck outta here
 Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
 Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay
 We still feel like we losing, ay
 Losing, losing
 I'm on the lean, yeah, the drank
 I'm on them bars, blowing thing
 I'm on a lot amphetamines
 Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts
 I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
 Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe
 Have a feelings sometimes gotta let it go
 Plenty of days, thought shit was over
 Created a other movement, created other music
 Still feel like I'm losing