Black

Bitch I'm dressed in all black it's your funeral kid Cause your head gon' get cracked like a pint of Actavis I work full time times three, I barely got time to breathe Man I used to sleep on concrete, I want Designer sheets Off the black liquor that shit got me slo-mo You act outta pocket get hit like you Romo Boy I drip hard spent three hundred on cargos, no cap that's facts God ain't guiding me through shit, I don't look to the sky You and your dogs act outta line you gon' get euthanized They rappin' bout plays that they bought, clothes they ain't got and Demons they ain't fought, really playing games, quit the tough talk, this real life but Ubisoft Sick of them and they petty ways, soaking wet he still a featherweight Pendulum when the hands swing Please don't make me have to demonstrate Barrel to your dome piece and your homies all y'all fuckin' fake This ski mask ain't for fashion bitch my scars are from my stains Shit talk or subtweet Y'all still just bitches with nothing Gon' turn your crew into roadkill ya barely breathing and done for Who buys beats with the hook pre-recorded Who got the mix that sound like shit down the toilet Where the fake gangsters with B.B. guns and flamboyance I'm getting sick of these bitches being annoying Black out Ain't no sun inside the trap house I took DMT Died and thought I passed out If we got a problem I'm swinging til I get smacked down Fist touch your face like yo momma's first hit of crack, wow