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Sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessing crime
 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line
 West Bank, Northside 'till the coffin ride
 Who am I? I am God, I am Basquiat
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 Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas
 Grey59 signed
 Rough diamonds, tryna shine
 Christ and I, $ui-$uicide
 You know, you know, you know I'm
 Diving head first when crucified
 Lucifer cried when I told him I'm choosing to die
 Noose and a knife, but I ain't use the knife
 To loosen the noose, keep it tight
 Abusing the truth, that's a lie
 Fuckboy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind?
 Fuckboy better think fast when he cock the nine
 Fuckboy better—
 Fuckboy better, sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessin' crime
 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line
 Yet another line inside the cup, another line you should look up
 Another line that shook you up, I signed the line for Lucifer
 Damn son, where'd you find this?
 Real trap shit!
 59 'till I'm dead, ayy, yuh
 Bitch, I'm grey 'till the death, yeah, uh
 Never gave a fuck 'bout dyin', no, uh
 Even when I was a jit, woe
 Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking China white
 Fuck it if I die tonight, I'm gamblin' with my fucking life
 West Bank, Northside 'til the coffin ride
 Who am I? I am God, I am Basquiat
 Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins
 Mentally deranged, hear the crows say my name ("$carecrow!")
 I'm just wastin' my time, I'm just wastin' my breath
 Why can't I just die? Why can't I go next?
 Why we get no respect? Why I love holdin' TEC's?
 Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em 'til death
 This ain't no motherfuckin' trend, every day feel like the end
 Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can't feel my sins