Ruby da Cherry, yah, yah, yah, yah, ayy
Ayy, yuh, uh, ayy

Hailing from the Chopper City
Weather leaves you hot and sticky
Leopard print, I ain't no
Kitty, pussyboys can mock, no pity
Simmer down, bitch, I'm burnin'
Up in the ash, don't sift me
Yung Mutt in the cut, gotta duck the fifty
Been popped twice fuck a cop
Nothin' nice comes from the
System's gritty grip
I sip the Uzi, face don't look so pretty
Bitch, I grip the TEC so loosely
Leave you feeling chilly
Bitch, I'm from Gentilly
Don't want to count a milli'
Smokin' all my cash in a Philly
Kill me, bitch, I will be free in a
World where you can't bill me, yuh, uh

Nina Simone up in my ear while
I debate to take my life
Bunch of voices all I hear
Paranoia in my eyes
Got them fuckboys in my sight
Bit's of organs on my knife
Mirror image from the tinted that
Reminds me that I'm Christ, sucka
Boogeyman under your covers
I hover above the street gutters, no
There ain't another
Forever I'm packin' the thunder and snuffer
And popping these uppers
I kill for my brothers
Welcome to the last supper, thanks for coming
Now close the shutters motherfucker, uh

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux