The Thorns On The

Yea Aye If you see me in these streets Always keep a 9 on me Never know but These niggas fold Never trust no hoe On my own Blue bill racks They standing tall from the floor Mamma call me on my phone She like "Rico please come home" But I can't no more… On the run from po Bitch I thought you knew that though I'm the most wanted Most hated Most forsaken criminal They just keep coming coming Pills keep running running Bullets nonstop penetrating All my enemies Now I feel so all alone All my foes are dead on the floor My heart feels broken Recognize some bodies As somebody's That I used to call my friends Could give a f*ck about that shit If it was me They would laugh and shit Take a pic Pretend to give a shit Had to cut em off Kill 'em all Fucked me over in the end These thoughts in my head Some are pleasant Some are dread Now I'm stuck In my head Wonder what the f*ck is next I'm coming for These fuckboys necks And won't stop Until they're dead