Someone told they bet I'll be sorry So do we fell if you don't want me now Is this wrong to see life under the life I can be wrong if not then live without me Over my dead body I will never shake this feeling away I can't be wrong enough 'Cause you don't

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

Someday you’re gonna be the only one you’ve got Anklebiters You fall in love with yourself Why you want a piece of what I need? Just stop to drop dead Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to the leash You know, anklebiters

Dead human collection I want to be one with the dead Collection of dead humans, dead I cannot scream, my mouth is wired shut I cannot see, my eyes are filled with blood I must die while suffering Pawn of torturous punishment Losing all reason to live