SOUTHSIDE SUICIDE (w/ GIN$ENG & Sparks)

Outside in an all black ride
 Tint rolled up when I'm high
 Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die
 Motherfucker if you're looking for me find me in the night
 I got a knife don't want to fight
 I want to take your fucking life and end it right on sight
 When I strike, if you bark better bite
 Block hot, fuck the cops
 Pop a 6 shot Glock then I trot to the rocks with me own blood clot
 Red dot, bodies drop when I cock then I spot
 No tomb, no plot, throw them off of the yacht
 Undocked with the slot of the skull hanging in the fucking river, ho
 Suicide, 666, 59 so cynical
 Got a pound in the blunt I'm loungin'
 Swervin', swervin' in a motherfucking all white Crown Vic
 Blue lights mounted, siren howlin'
 Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid
 Got the town lit up by the flames that I made from my grey serenade
 Make way for the Plague
 On the 7th day grey bodies lay in their graves
 Still got the badge still got the gun
 Still got the patch still got the stun
 Still got the cash bitch I burn it for fun
 Put the Glock to my skull then I
 Yuh, yuh, yuh
 South side suicide, kill yourself, ho
 Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show
 You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
 For anyone that's tryna get by us
 I been thinkin' a lot
 I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
 Robb told me you gotta get it how you live
 Told that bitch "You better get up out my biz"
 Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like his
 You don't want no issue with
 Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
 I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview
 Don't come close to me
 I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be
 Independent, tell the label to get over me
 I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank
 Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink
 Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want
 Walk how you want, my job is the shit
 I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet
 Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta packup and stole it
 Okay, maybe, cause jealousy make a man go crazy
 Money make a motherfucker hate me
 One thousand bitches they all wanna date me