A Death In The Ocean Would Be Beautiful

Finish him!
 Percocets and the codeine, got me floating
 Opiates, I'm a junkie, fuck the money
 3rd Ward in the dope house, keep a closed mouth
 In the ghetto, bitch, I got clout
 Never seen droughts
 Hit the route where the felons lurk
 Tony's in the dirt, findin' work
 Got my 20 shirts, tell the homie, "Fuck your turf"
 Triple six, don't make me manifest
 Bulletproof, the vest
 Lucifer done made me promises, and that's an honest threat
 Oozing feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat
 Loosely take a couple, feelin' woozy how I cope
 Burning wax, but ain't no candles
 I can't handle what I know
 What I don't know, I will try and probably use until I croak
 I done fucked all of these bitches
 I don't trust them, so I don't fuck a ho
 Pussy's just another hole that I crawl in and out of
 Slit my throat, I'll die inside of a bitch
 I be that downward spiral-looking motherfucker tryna aim a rifle
 911, don't fucking dial