Lyrics

[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry] (Got a—, kill yourself) Got a bunch of baggage [Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry] Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hidin' all my bad habits $lick? He got some bad habits, plus he's asthmatic All the smoke that I be draggin', bitch I need some caskets for my fuckin' lungs, they fucking damaged Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath? Never heard of that shit Bitch, I work, it ain't for assets Roll a solo blunt, no matchin' It's because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status Fuckin' phones and tablets, bitch, I do this shit just for Jefe Yeah, he told me, "Make it happen" then he died in that tragic car crash And every time I think of that I'm flickin' ashes Yeah, it sucks When you realize life is fast and I'm a fuckin' cashless organism Tryna thrive inside a habitat that's plastic [Verse 2: $lick $loth] It's that motherfucker that ya momma said don't hang with Meet me in the gallows, bitch, I promise that it's painless Stupid motherfuckers thinking that we on the same shit Cock it back, and then I yell, "Okay, here comes the pain, bitch" Up in gangster's paradise, could give a fuck about your life Every time I roll the dice, sixes popping up twice Bitches tryna sacrifice their pussy, but I am not enticed Good try, ho I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain't got the time, ho Don't like nobody, and I think that's all you need to know Walkin' on water while I'm surrounded by some crows And when I hit the other side, I'm blowing on some dope, ho