23 forever you got my thru the storm speakin on 23 you get shot with that firearm i be slidin on every beat i can get on 223 hit your ride i dont give a fuck pissy bitch you finna die choppa eat you like some pie perky got my brain fried i asked that bitch is you down to ride i feel like you playing me is it really meant to be perky got my stomach burning shit got me squirming you shoot at us we returning you pull up with a white shirt make that shit red Promethazine got me feeling like im dead but i do it for the depression the depressing part is that i like it that i like it that i like it the shit is that i like it but ive been getting by clean for a little bit im in a bottemless pit perky got us all lit but what happens when all your friends die cooking on these beats like im in breaking bad but im chasing after that bag after that sack im fucking that bitch in her back and when we were fucking she was calling you wack 556. you know we never lack