Hair

[0-1:59.800](Time to die)
Hair down,smoking on a blunt
Smoking a f**king cigarette to f**k up both of my lungs
F**k you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk
B*tch, you ain't even high enough to touch a Glock boy b*tch I put it to my skull
B*tch,believe I will drop,boy
Drop dead in the middle of the block,boy
Stuck,Between a hardplace and a rock,boy
Rot in the box Breaking the looks
Time is money I ain't even got a clock bot
Watch them hoes flock,boy
Break my f**king heart and now
I'm busting out shots,boy
Put it to my head and watch my head pop,boy
Don 't quit you day job Who the f**k else gonna stock,boy
You mother f**king ,box boy
Hair up,purple double cup
Bodies in the trunk
Never front , this ain't what you want 30 in the pump $uicide,take my own life
Every night I die,
Every night I high
Another depressing as alibi
Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs,give a f**k about club
I'll walk up in that b*tch and shoot that mother f**ker up
F**k the DJ, f**k your clique and f**k your songs,boy
I swear I hate you mother f**kers,leave me alone boy
F**k a scene, f**k a trend, f**k your clothes, too
F**k you mean you with your team and that's your hoe, too
Give a f**k about your dreams or you whole crew
And if this is what is seems, I'm hollering
F**k you