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