locked up in this cell Trapped in living hell I had to stay out so I could fucking keep my sell Had to get my ass up and make that money I had to get the cash come on you looking so bummy Knocking asking for handouts maybe it’s cause I’m dripping out maybe it’s yo background I love to make these trap sounds Cups all over the ground Drinking all the way around. body in the ground pocket getting bigger want it to be a mound Rolling up this dope Will def make you choke Put this plastic in your holes And this metal in their domes Fake bitches be fake bitches Until you leave them alone Take them to our home Make them feel our chrome Not even gold I don’t even care I still look fresher than anyone here she be scratching my back and screaming in my ear Cutting off braziers .. 7 inch blade Leave you full of fucking fear cut your neck off like I was using sheers Will see y’all next year I’ll be hiding in the back with the henny real good I been doing what I should