Lyrics

[Part I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION] [Intro: Papa Pine] Ayy, yuh, yuh (Ayy) [Verse 1: Papa Pine] Reach into my pocket, and I grab a couple crumpled hunnids Weed look like some crumbled hunnids Blunted out, the fuzz is huntin' (Woo, woo) Paranoia turn my stomach H1 Hummer, rough and rugged, desert camo truck to the front And shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted (Ayy) One hunnid miles per hour Bitch, I seem accustomed to life in the fast lane Nothin' in the motherfucking gas tank Dumpin' ashes and laughin' (Hahaha) Fucking ducking what comes from the Government (Fuck) Peelin' out into the sunset (Fuck) Eyes so low, look like a sunset [Chorus: Papa Pine & Yung Christ] Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (Away) [Verse 2: Yung Christ] Back on my bullshit, know how to pimp it Put my foot on the fucking brakes Signed up for a life; became Yung Christ All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide Fuck this ego, fuck this pride Easily execution on my side Homicide, homicide what we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical (What?) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical Clinical, clinical mind (Motherfucker) [Bridge] $uicide— $uicide— [Chorus: Papa Pine & Yung Christ] Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (Away) [Interlude: Ruby Da Cherry] We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide my end $uicide, $uicide my end [Part II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED] [Chorus: Project Pat] You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son [Verse 1: Lil Cut Throat] Meet me by the moon (What?), half past dusk (Fuck that) Back from the dust Cut Throat, he loves them drugs and guns Chillin' in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (What?) Got a pile of Adderall, cigarette butts Every day adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (Nope) Every day of every month (What?) Bloody nights turn bloodier Death could be right in front of ya (What?) Still wouldn't recognize her (—Hold up) Got a death list, that some still got to catch this Bust out the TEC, quick Die, bitch, die, bitch [Chorus: Project Pat] You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son [Verse 2: 7th Ward Dragon] Ayy, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine, okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, ho High until my death, I got a propane tank low Gas seepin' all over the house, until my say so Light the fuckin' match, now that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone call the cops from the payphone Flames all around me, man, I hope they fuckin' drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fuckin' found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head, I would have priced a bounty [Chorus: Project Pat] You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son You can feel the bullets from my steel, son, steel, son [Interlude: Bloody Mary] "In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards. And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards. As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards. But, as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do—I always needed to know why. Um, sometimes my 'whys' got me in trouble." [Part III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL] [Intro: Ruby da Cherry & $lick $loth] And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit Ayy, you wanna keep going—or? Nah, that's it [Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] $uicide, I fucking scream it from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentionin' Ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne That shit prolly still in my boombox But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment And select myself on the fuckin' jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks And then smash in the back of a new cop car Now I think I'm wanted too [Interlude: Ruby da Cherry] (Yeah, let's get a bunch of face tats, it's goin' to be cool) (Soundcloud, yeah, like a Soundcloud rapper, ayy, man) (Cut that shit off, man, those boys suck, man, garbage, man, sound like a fuckin' generic Three 6, man, you dumb, bitch) (Shitty-ass music) (You're fuckin' wack, you're way too fuckin' short, get the fuck outta here) [Verse 2: $lick $loth] Yeah, still feel like I'm losin', ayy Me and kin still feel like we losin', ayy We still feel like we losin', ayy Losin', losin'— I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, don't wan' think I'm on a lotta amphetamines, got no time for sleep Lost in my thoughts, I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go? Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over Creator of the movement; creator of the music Still feel like I'm losin'