One Last Look At The Damage

Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man

It's the most wanted

Most hated

Most haunted

Boys that paid the cost

Slowly dying but I'm flossing

Looking good, ain't he?

Boy bounced back from the dead

My business still shady

I still tip toe on the ledge

That sh*t ain't ever changing

I take my chance riding dirty while speeding

Lane swanging

I f*cking made it to 30 without my neck breaking

My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking

Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masterbating

Slowly crawling out the dirt

When it comes to death I like to flirt

My hills have eyes and a smirk

My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy

If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before I'm thirty

Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early

Don't you worry

I'm always in a hurry so I copped a foreign coupe

Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon

Snort another blue

Now I'm feeling sorta blue

Nothing new

One of the chosen few

The rest of y'all give him some room

It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom

Unless he is ready to get in the tomb

Ruby such a bum but he make it look good

Trunk in the front

Yeah, that's what's under the hood

Talking' all this sh*t, man, I wish yall really would

Another million plays, man, I wish yall really could