********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

Hair in my face can't see a thing

**** where you at ***** **** where you came

Young bones still the same, blade on my waist

The day i go and change is when they slide me on the tray

And they slowly push me into flames now freeze the frame

Skin melting off my face charbroil on my teeth

We all get ****ed in the end thats real

We all get burnt by the fire of the kiln

Its popular to talk about popping without a deal

I am guilty but i also speak the truth when i whale

Never distribute music but im still paid like i sold

1 mil first week what is life at this point

Ready to go and you know this

I dont need no piece with no holster

I dont need to "bang" when i pull it

All i need is words and your focus

But if i can't get that i will turn right back

To the graveyard god and take you to just where i be at

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

********** talking ***** what the **** you want from me

i am nothing valuable and neither are you

The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon

If we died by noon

If we died by noon

i am nothing valuable and neither are you

The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon

If we died by noon

if we died b