For the dope, make 'em bleed, blood spilled like oil She just wanna spark it, turn it up like volume Put you on trial to come with no lawyers Teen witch mixed the cauldron, let it boil This bitch tried to play me, I applaud you This Swiss wrist perpetual with the motion Tick, tick, bitch, my weapon is sick of waiting His life wasn't shit, but his death was amazing Christmas list this year, I need patience Long as you hurting, my time was never wasted 517 on the grave where I'm resting .357 turn this bitch into a western Two-faced fakes tryna play like a jester Two .50 cals that I'm holdin' like investments Should have worn a vest, can't step when you blacklist Blood on my chains, red rocks on my necklace You think there's a god that's protecting us If that's true, then why my woods never fresh enough, huh? (If that's true, then why my woods never fresh enough?) Bitch, back to the mode, I know Somewhere in my zone with the world on pause You wanna stay, bitch you gotta go (go) Logging out of life, 'fore the blunts get rolled Never running out of ice, I'm indefinitely froze Cryogenic every piece, deep sea how I glow I could recollect the scene but you'll never ever know How it feels in the snow, tryna get it on your own 4:00 a.m. nights, 5:00 a.m. flights I treat myself bad But the dope treat me nice (yeah)