GRAYSCALE

I'm sinking to unknown levels, the devil with no brake pedal

Stop all this murder, mo' murder, drugs got me c**kin' the burner

Run up in your house, duct tape on your mouth

Evil ****, hittin' licks, never a drought

$uicide Grey*59, future is now

Lucifer in the flesh, you'd hear the sound

$ui, $ui-cide, $uicide!

Poppin' these pills, and I'm poppin' these shells

Oxy and heron crushed up in a bill

Feel like I'm watched by the eyes in the hill

$carecrow the menace, but $carecrow don't panic

I called on JGRXXN, and they ready to kill

Lil Uzi c**ked, and he ready to drill

Smokin' out, locin' out in a DeVille

Roaches swarm around me as I rise and levitate

I be the snake of Genesis leading the Exodus to an unknown place

And claim it's safe, uh!

Gathering sheep to the slaughter, I show 'em the blade

Let them pray to the father and sneak up behind them

And open their veins, the devil in wolf's clothing

Yung Plague attends them demon masquerades

But I ain't mask my face

I pass the blade and ask to trade their soul for cash and fame

I scratch these names off of my list

I trash the place and dip back to my pit of ash and bones and hibernate

My sack of souls ain't gon' escape

Watch me hypnotize you n*ggas 'cause JGRXXN got that phonk

I'm ridin' in a steamer with some bodies in the trunk

Jug mane, jug mane, you not the jug, mane

False flaggin' n*ggas, come and catch a blast, mane

These Schema-icide n*ggas always burning up the trunk

We runnin' down yo lane, I don't pull up I always dunk

I never gave a **** about these n*ggas wanna play

And if you with the ****, please believe we on the way

Hustle the maniac

Quick attack, you can't relax, you can't relax

So on your back, you even know I'd bust your ass

Be like **** the cash but need the cash

Hustle passion for the love of bands

I kill a man; I rob a man, I be fiendin' bad

But damn if I tell you that

You be lurkin' in my business fast

Like “The **** boy, how you doin' that?”

Before you know it I be at your neck

Like the dead, he vanish to a mist (Hustle!)

He see the noose that come up out the group

In the trunk we let bodies sit

Suicide the way we slittin' wrists

Roll the blunt then put it to my lips

Torch a car just for the love of chips

It's Hustle!

G-G-G*59 talking to the devil plot another 'nother crime

Elevate above the clouds, looking for the sun

When I fell from the heavens was losin' my mind

Rip off my wings, and I take off my halo

I'm looking for god but didn't find ****

So I slept with the devil, I sold my soul quick

I was ****ing and then-then I made it my b*t*h

Murder suicidal, grippin' the rifle, hand on the Bible

Believe in false idols you living in dreams

But I'm stuck in reality thinking of schemes

Loss in the darkness where I become heartless

I creep through the night, and I keep my blade sharp

And I'm stuck in my wave

'Cause I don't give a **** 'cause I'm throwing my elbows, I'm gettin' too buck