UrCoffin

Lost all hope around age 6 Same time mom was well convinced If I don’t hit this rapping shit It's over, we cant live like this Papa promised drop top whips If I could kill this wind pipe shit I still fight with knives and whips I'd cut my throat for them to live I been here living the life with my eyes closed I been American psycho the knife go Cutting up another mother fucker with Geico to rent 15 percent Cant seem to prevent The screams from the Benz when I swerve the bends And kill all your friends Send for the trends but ending up 10 feet in cement When you find them then dead on the high road Mother fuckers wanna get illogical When I been Ivan Drago with a bottle full of vodka soul I'll admit I'm probably the problem though Mom I got a gun and I've been popping on all the hoes Brrrraaht like I'm Tupac 2 glocks in my tube socks For the 2 cops Thinking that they really run this Hot off the stove top No shot for my throat dog I'm a whole mob Peaking off the couple substance I been feeling way too gone I been feeling faded I don’t even drink no more But somehow I'm sedated I'ma make them kiss some more My demons know they hated we in love until we go Get buried under pavement I found out too late There ain't really no escape Man My demons know my fate They gon tell me every day Yea F*ck it ima run it This my gun is out of hundred Til my family think I'm nothing Til my mama peeling onions Call it what you wanna call it Ima a mother fucking problem All or none I want your wallet Ima talk shit until my coffin Call it what you wanna call it This exhibit A of nonsense I speak truth until I vomit Ima talk shit until my coffin Oh no Ivan Drago with the yolo Yo hoe get a photo for the show though So low that the soul froze when the nose blow Kilos with the Tito's yelling gringos Yea I been el diablo on a bottle How'd I get so hollow I burnt the road El dorado Shout out to mac I'm macking a model Half a sack of smack get her zapped why not follow Come with me Hail merry G.R.A.N.T. Getting scary with the lil uzi Blasting fuckers like its DBZ I’m a G O D What the f*ck you want from me Money, tree, or life be free I'm your genie grant you three Wishes, bitches, riches please know I found out too late There ain't really no escape Man My demons know my fate They gon tell me every day Yea F*ck it ima run it This my gun is out of hundred Til my family think I'm nothing Til my mama peeling onions Call it what you wanna call it Ima a mother fucking problem All or none I want your wallet Ima talk shit until my coffin Call it what you wanna call it This exhibit A of nonsense I speak truth until I vomit Ima talk shit until my coffin