Sink back in that fucking spine
Second-guessing crime
7th Ward where I snort a slug
And cross the fucking line west Bank
Northside 'till the coffin ride
Who am I? I am God I am Basquiat

Trap-a-holics mixtapes
Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas

Grey59 signed rough diamonds, tryna shine
Christ and I, $ui-$uicide
You know, you know, you know I'm
Diving head first when crucified
Lucifer cried when I told him
I'm choosing to die
Noose and a knife, but I ain't use the knife
To loosen the noose, keep it tight
Abusing the truth, that's a lie
Fuckboy with a ski mask think
He gon' rob me blind?
Fuckboy better think fast when
He cock the nine fuckboy better
Fuckboy better, sink back in
That fucking spine, second-guessin' crime
7th Ward where I snort a slug
And cross the fucking line
Yet another line inside the cup
Another line you should look up
Another line that shook you up
I signed the line for Lucifer

Damn son, where'd you find this?
Real trap shit!

59 'till I'm dead, ayy, yuh
Bitch, I'm grey 'till the death, yeah, uh
Never gave a fuck 'bout dyin', no, uh
Even when I was a jit, woe pop a jig
Load the rig with that
Motherfucking China white
Fuck it if I die tonight
I'm gamblin' with my fucking life west Bank
Northside 'till the coffin ride
Who am I? I am God I am Basquiat
Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins
Mentally deranged, hear the crows say my name
("$carecrow!") i'm just wastin' my time
I'm just wastin' my breath
Why can't I just die? Why can't I go next?
Why we get no respect? Why
I love holding TEC's?
Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em
Pop 'em 'till death
This ain't no motherfuckin' trend
Every day feel like the end
Feed me, feed me medicine
So I can't feel my sins

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux