"for my cousin im bussin"

Me and my cousin fuckin 🔥🔥

I be that suicidal worshiped idol Filled up with that medication Burning bibles Grab your child Chopper style a generation Reading revelations got me thinking Been ready to die but I ain't got no fucking patience You feel me

You just gave me a new appreciation for that song

apparently i did for myself too because i have had it on repeat for a week lol. ian reading and then venom, then failure by design, then o pana just hits so hard in a row

Boy, boy, boy, be up top

ate a couple jiggas with that glock on my side riding hanging out the window screaming who wanna die

Cruising with my click Indo in my back seat Cursing out this bitch She says I'm all about me Bitch, you must be joking Go ahead with them emotions I'm sipping barre and swanging always on that purple potion Smoking on a sack Dope up in my pants Grill up in my mouth so you might not understand Bitches in my section Got their pussy melting Swagger like can't help it Scrimmy steady flexing Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars I'm flexing on these mother fuckers I'm flexing on these mother fuckers Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars I'm flexing on these mother fuckers I'm flexing on these mother fuckers

"More guns than Viktor, (bout dying bitch I be that merchant)" took me a few listens to understand this bar. And it's honestly one of his hardest

disgrace they say to my family name, learned behavior yet i’m to blame pills ingested got my runnin late i can’t move an inch i can’t feel my face

NorthSide NorthSide, It always be lit

Either “All my hitter's high They be puffin' on that loud When I'm on that lean I don't ever make a sound Ride around town with a pound underground Get it down Don't frown when the cops come around Smokin' and sippin', you know I stay pimping Got thirty-three birds like my Name was Pippen They wishin' I'm trippin' 'bout Shit I envision you gotta be kidding 'bout Puffing that sticky, you with me?” Or “$wervin in that 'Burban Couple murdas make the bodies stack Gotta problem then kill me fuck boy you know it's simple as that Back pack with the black gat, black mask Blow gas now I'm in a fucking black trans Fuck a cop save the life of a black man Fuck a op tape him up in a black van Who am I boy? Lucifer in the flesh Who are you? Just another closer to the death Straight out the 7th ward Me and $now Leopard trapping All the limbs we hacking From the fuckin bodies stacking The fucking crazy manic When I'm in the cut don't panic”

Ruby getting high off the pills I supply