Bitch you claim we the same
But you've never sold no dope
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you though
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote bitch
Come to my grave the place that I stay
Bitch I'm grabbing your throat so you don't run away
So look in my eyes and tell me what you see
Got that cold white skin with a noose on the tree
Got that blunt to my face bitch what can I say
Hate my guts but bitch you here to stay
Yea my face too cold boy I can't feel a thing
Bitch rotting in hell cause hoe I'm the king
Eyes too closed boy I can't see the road
This a trip you can see put the devil on the phone
I'm stuck in the ocean boy tryna stay a float
Got too many pills popping
Yea
They clogging up my throat
Yea
I'm tryna not to live but I know I can't die
I don't wanna see my momma cry
Yea
Next to her dead sons eyes bitch
Next to her dead sons eyes bitch
Please lay me down I can't do this no more
Wake up tomorrow with my body in a morgue
With a knife in my chest and these drugs by bed
Hoping I can wake up and not fuck up again
But that's easy to say and hard to play
When you live like this you pray for a day
You can live without pain but there's nothing to gain
But bitch bitch bitch
Bitch you claim we the same
But you've never sold no dope
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you though
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote bitch
Bitch you claim we the same
But you've never sold no dope
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you though
Bitch you claim we the same
But I've never seen you tote bitch