(Yeah, man) (aye, aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids We look like some crumbled hunnids Blunted out, then fuzz is something Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed 'Til life in the fast lane nothing And 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 Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) Back on my bullshit Now I have to pay a bet Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Silent for life, he came Yung Christ All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece 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 (right) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical (Back of mind, motherfucker) $uicide $uicide $uicide Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide, my end $uicide, $uicide, my end 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 of every month (what?) Bloody knife serving them DA Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up) Got a death list That's somethin' still gotta catch this Plus, suck the dick 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 the cocaine paint hoe, ha Tell my nigga I got the propane tank flow Gas seeping all over the house until my 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 And 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 Uhm, sometimes my why's got me in trouble For my last trick, got 'em thinking 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 probably still in my boombox But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach Rob that shit like two blocks And then smash in the back of a new cop car now I think I'm on a two Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats It's gonna be cool (man, fuck you) (Souncloud this, Soundcloud that) (Why you acting like such a bitch?) (Hey man, cut that shit off) (Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (Fuck the $uicideboy$) (You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man) (I don't even got the hair growing in anyways, man) (Get the fuck out of here, shitty-ass music) (fuck you, little dumb bitch) (Change the station, you're fucking wack) (little whore) (Little whore) (you'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 Ay, we still feel like we losing, ay, losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, that 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 feelings sometimes gotta let it go Plenty of days, thought shit was over Create a other movement, created other music Still feel like I'm losing