Cyanide

Bless 'em with the Blood of Christ Drinking up the cyanide Living life with a smile But just wanna die inside Amplified by slow paces But that's just my fault ain't it That's just my fault ain't it That's just my fault ain't it (Yeah) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go) I've been Breaking all my bad habits Looking a mad addict Mad hatter, better put me up for the next batter Half assed bars With a blank ass expression I'll never make the Double X L Freshman They say Angel how you doing I say I'm doing alright When really I hate working nine to fives Everyone wants the quick gold they fool's pyrite I'd rather get a tan, basking in the limelight like Bless 'em with the Blood of Christ Drinking up the cyanide Living life with a smile But just wanna die inside Amplified by slow paces But that's just my fault ain't it That's just my fault ain't it That's just my fault ain't it (Yeah) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go) Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigaa Why you always saying nigga Nigga why you only hear me when I'm saying nigga When I was preaching them scriptures Niggas said I'm makin' skippers Niggas missin' Like my face was on the back of milk with cookies They up and tryna book me for attempted murder Lyrically Cause I'm out here rapping with my niggas making sure the people Hearing me They tend to call it Tyranny When the King is stepping up and addressing niggas so furiously (Look) (Yeah) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go) (Uh) Latty dotty We finna party I'm drowning in bacardi Latty dotty Now falling down the stairs I'm just feeling rowdy Latty dotty Just on the ground Laying down my head is spinning now I'm seeing three of This shit ain't no magic That confuse the masses Their minds are made of plastic Anything that you say or do they'll say it's drastic My mind is like elastic It's bouncing, it's been bouncing That's when I realized I'm the tangent (Let's go) Bounce Bounce Tell a nigga bounce (Bounce) Tell 'em anyway you want this Shit is goin' down (Down) Ziccy run in circles way his merry go around Hold on shorty why you up you bout to buss it down You bout to buss it down upon a nigga I ain't ready Let me get my balance honey no my baby I ain't steady Gotta get my focus up and get my mind Up out this frenzy Cause the way you move that thing it got my thoughts uh feeling messy Messy messy messy Drinks got me messy Bless it bless it bless it Bless the bottle call me Yessi Yessi yes and yes and On the ball like Messi Messy bless it yes and Either way it's magic And either way it's tragic I'm on that shit like static Doin' shit like this is just a muthafuckin' habit And either way it's magic And either way it's tragic Doin' shit like this is just a muthafuckin' habit (Yeah) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go) What ya gonna do? (Honey) Where you gonna go? (Brother) Who you gonna follow? (Leader) Gonna leave ya broke (Let's go)