Got a blunt

Pop a trunk

Fill it with a f**k boy

B***h boy spilling his guts

Stomach acid mixed with blood staining my all white white laced **dunks

Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket

Wallet got to have something

Otherwise I got to snatch something

So I pulled out his heart from his chest

Left the rest for his B***h and then left them

I ditched for the seventh

F**k a motherf**ker ducking

Tucking in his tail

I got a bone to pick with motherf**kers trying to see me fail

Creeping like a vulture B***h I'm following his trail

Picking on his bones for the flesh

Leave the flies with the rest

Leave his body growing pale

Close his mouth with nails

Dead men tell no tales

Yung jack torrance with some bodies in the storage

Lil broke mother f**ker with enough to pay the mortgage

Got that torture in my barrel

Them ghost inhibit my mind

It's that uicidal junkie

Young scorcese of my time

I'm creeping with 59in the over look hotel

Taking one look at us you can tell we come from hell

I'm smoking and chanting spells

Packing a couple bells

Popping waves back to back

I'm always riding the swell

With all these d**gs in my system

Be hard to keep my attention

The narrow run full of tempt to

I see no one but these fingers

The rinsed clues in existence

The only reason I'm itching

Itching to change all my present way

Without me switching emission

Or making millions

Intention to get it quicker and stricter

'Bout getting money not flexin'

Then get some B*****s start flexin'

And snatch a ring just for fun

'Til I strike them digits and add it to ya

You'd be wishing that you would've f**king listened

Wish you listened to me