I HUNG MYSELF FOR A PERSONA / NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS

I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (I don't give a fuck)

Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itching for a plot, yeah
Ain't no- ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, oh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil' Remains
And the AK and what little remains

Ate a couple jiggas with that glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil' addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey 'til my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay

Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil' in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho