Lyrics

[Produced by Budd Dwyer] [Co-Produced by Mikey The Magician] [Intro: Ruby Da Cherry] Ruby got a problem Ruby got a problem Ruby got a problem And I got dirty clothes —got a problem Food stamps, fifteen bananas Ruby— And a script of addy, what you want? [Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry] Ruby got a problem Ruby at the bottom Ruby fuckin' up, he got a lotta empty bottles Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column Dollars got me honest, honestly without a prophet Probably spent all his profit Wait, you want all of it? Yeah, that's fuckin' right, I copped it Romeo with all the toxins, roll me dope, I'll lip-lock it Blackened lungs from all the Fuck all these lames, all y'all so obsessed with names All y'all dress the fucking same Suicide, I'm out the game Blame it on the fame, I'm so sick of my own name I'm so distant from the reigns I'm riling up a hurricane [Verse 2: $lick $loth] Poppin' Oxy, snortin' Roxy, body feeling like a zombie Never been a role model, never hear me say I'm sorry 7th Ward Dragon breathin' fire, while I'm slicing necks Sixth sense deathwish, laughin' at these fucking threats $lick the one to ask you "What you gon' do?" Nothin', fool I've been $uicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb All these poppies Cock the shotty, barrell pressed against my body Photocopies all around me Suicide, just call the posse Kill 'em sloppy, bitch, we godly Double cup that's filled with yella Dread-head cracker from the ghetto Don't say hello, you ain't my woadie All your friends are dead? Mine been dead since kids Hundred more in Angola, they servin' life behind the pen