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Hello... Is- Is this the suicide hotline?

I do what I want and ya hate me, hey
I do what I want like Ricky from TPB
But I get money like Julian you see
You can't f*** with a ni*** just like me
Keep protection on me like the challenge you see
If you ever f*** up, then death you'll see
Pop one in ya ass like pop [?] 1, 2, 3
If you hate me, it's okay though
I'll spark up my weed and blow it before, i talk to yo girl until I get blown
So hate me or love me I do what i want
Nothing will stop me, not even heron
We smell the weed smoke, from the clothes of Revlon
We do what we want, lets rob a chevron
Lets rob a chevron
And put a bullet in a ni*** temple
In a ni*** temple
While we in a temple

Fuck*** unconscious
They f*** all ya comments
I promise I
Let them respond to the knife, he unconscious
So Satan respond to the death as you know it
Leave 'em discouraged while I am encouraged to take out my own fuc*** life as I know it
Don't pour the codeine, I'm more of a fiend of heron and xanax and klonopin
No
No
To counter-act that, I pop me a bean
Swear I got cataracts, I can't even see
None of you bitches that wanna be me

Bitch I know, fuckboys tryna copy Yung $now
Fuckboys can't even handle the cold
Theres a manifest of 'em at the bottom of a fuckin'
And now i'm poppin' pills and cuttin' my throat
Bitch i'm fuc*** up hol'up I know
Bitch i'm fuc*** up [?] before
Bitch i'm fuc*** up, give me the rope
Bitch I'm fuc*** up, kick the chair beneath my fuckin' feet
And i'm [?] of deceased
And now i'm going first to meet the fuckin' [?] of hell
Look at all the souls fly, look at em' swell
Rubys [?] long gone and ring the fuckin' bell

I'm high on all the drugs at the party, lookin' like I listen
Oh, i'm fuc*** up
Fuc*** up
Fuc*** up
I drink some holy water
Let me sober up bruh
Then go to another
And f*** a ni*** bitch
She rubbin' on my dick
We both be high as shit
And all because

I do what i want and ya hate me, hey [x25]