The bullets already left the barrels now nothing can stop this Two wolves Three revolvers Sweat soaked my collar I know it’s like I swore that I got this Hold this don’t drop it Every fucking day Why the fuck save the fucking day I would call her If I was still a slave to that cold shoulder Not loving me is a fucking turn off It’s gonna get colder I’m never gonna fuck you again Im through sitting in silence I’m clapping back with a violence you ain’t seen yet Most controversial Most woke now not woke Still I’m broke as a joke But I made a deal with the Grim Reaper to revive me when I croak I need a bitch to bad to choke Or a bad bitch to choke When I say need I mean like yesterday There’s only so many words we ever get to say Life is like a movie eventually you see the credits As for the peanut gallery I could give a damn shit or fuck about you critics Yeah I said Maybe I could do it Didn’t do it fuck I blew it Tryna make music andtryna make money But never music making money got to find a way to do it Tell them tell both of them I said I’m sorry about the death of me And let em know they meant the world to me Who am I kidding us is ancient history Still I’m sorry for the death of me But it’s the witching hour Witches tower over me no longer Maybe in your dreams or in the wishing hour I want you in the witching hour I want to see you switching powers Know I can flow like this 90 hours And never tire Why fight fire with fire I’m broke as a joke