Back against the wall (fuck!)
And my pocket against the wall
Still hanging in the hall
Never change, I'm the same (nope)
Please don't fucking call me, no (no)
The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye)
Remember the days, when me and $licky came to LA (hmm, hmm)
Sleepin' up-front at the Fat Nick's house
[?] when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey)
Thats to no amount
Tell this time to really count
Whatever the fuck you said you hate is what the fuck I'm really about
Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah)
Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah)
All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout
Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, now clock in 'n' out
Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch, and a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out)
Fuck the rap industry; I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha)
All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye)
I'll be back, now really, really, really down
[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?)
Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay)
Made a couple milli' world tour (yeah)
Fuck a couple man
Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!)
Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up)
TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like–)
Ridin' 4 deep
$moked out, loaded out, $moked out, loaded out (what?)
Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met
Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death
But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents
Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin
Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop)
So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay)
I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded in the AK
In the AK, AK
[Outro]
Fuck yeah!
(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)
When I die bury me in the grave
(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)
Suicide till the motherfucking grave
(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)
When I die bury me in the grave
(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)
Suicide till the motherfucking grave
[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY] Back against the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) Remember the days, when me and $licky came to LA (hmm, hmm) Sleepin' up-front at the Fat Nick's house [?] when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) Thats to no amount Tell this time to really count Whatever the fuck you said you hate is what the fuck I'm really about Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah) Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah) All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, now clock in 'n' out Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch, and a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) Fuck the rap industry; I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye) I'll be back, now really, really, really down [Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH] Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?) Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay) Made a couple milli' world tour (yeah) Fuck a couple man Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up) TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like–) Ridin' 4 deep $moked out, loaded out, $moked out, loaded out (what?) Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop) So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay) I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded in the AK In the AK, AK [Outro] Fuck yeah! (All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake) When I die bury me in the grave (All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake) Suicide till the motherfucking grave (All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake) When I die bury me in the grave (All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake) Suicide till the motherfucking grave Explain Request ×
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