Don't think I could forgive you Ya, you never said a word You didn't send me no letter See, our world is slowly dying I'm not wasting no more time Don't think I could believe you Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled And our hair, it will be grey And see

These catties they be calling off my phone I put corn in for my bro They try to send for me Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies All that for them, right back at them What my mind keeps telling me Mind keeps telling me I hear

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab

These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you Get the fuck up out my fucking face, 'fore I murder you Bitch niggas always jacking Blood, but I know they fu Whole squad full of fucking killers, I'm a killer too Sending shots, shots, shots,

Send us home Children still play in the garden Dance as the sun slips away Not even stars last forever Cleanse us Acid rain Our day has come It's drawn in the sky So don't shead a tear now Be thankful for the time

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

Every real nigga need a down bitch Every real nigga need a down bitch (down) Tryna build a family, need somebody I can do it wit' She gon' up the Glock for me that's my down bitch She gon' send them shots for me that's my down bitch Now I'm back up on

Grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, Send for all your absent lovers things. Sheepish wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons,