you’Reno W tuning into 66.6 FM with DJ rapture

Sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime
7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line
West Bank/Northside til the coffin ride
Who am I? I am god, I am Basquiat
Trap-a-holics mixtapes
Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas
Grey Five Nine signed
Rough diamonds tryna shine
Christ and I, $ui-$ucide
You know, you know, you know Im
Diving head first when crucified
Lucifer cried when I told him Im choosing to die
Noose and a knife
But I aint use the knife
To loosen the noose, keep it tight
Abusing the truth, thats a lie
Fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon rob me blind
Fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine
Fuck boy better...
Fuck boy better sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing 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 whered you find this?
Real trap shit
5-9 til Im dead, aye
Bitch, Im Grey til the death, aye
Never gave a fuck bout dying, no
Even when I was a jit, woe
Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking china white
Fuck it if I die tonight, Im gambling 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 derranged, hear the crows say my name ($carecrow)
Im just wasting my time, Im just wastin my breath
Why cant I just die? Why cant I go next?
Why we get no respect? Why I loved holding TECs?
Xanax bar on my neck, I pop em, pop em to death
This aint no motherfuckin trend, everyday feels like the end
Feed me, feed me medicine, so I cant feel my sins