death to the rumors x4 death to the code when you go down no lawyer just know that you on your own when I went down no lawyer had to make it on my own no wallet one quarter so I call my little bitch phone 1 son 2 daughters and we making one real soon don't put your hand in you don't love me hustle silent make it for them goons hold it down for the fam even ones that's dead just know we gone see you soon good thoughts in my head while I'm all alone in my room ghost Rider by the night cause I never gone change the moon pocket rockets in wallet aim it at your nigga body then tonight me and you going home this is a letter to the devil please don't try to take my soul I know the rumors is your poison just know I got a immune soul ready to be 21 hope the winter it's so cold death to the rumors x4