Face it

Face it If you say to kill 'em, I said I got em Lil Choppa Lil Murder Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fuc*** up He fuc*** up Whole grey fuc*** up You done fuc*** up Passing that blunt Boy you know whats up Whats good my G Drunk driving but its just codeine Keeping that heat on my side Welcome to my, life everyday Life every night We all gon' die Prolly gon' fry F*** being sober, I stay high 40 ounce got sipped Purple and yellow and red Only drink I mix Big bag of that dope Drip goin' down my throat Got your bitch beside my coffin Yeah I call her Juliet Told her not to weep Just make sure that you fix my fuc*** neck I'm out of breath from smoking blunts I'm too fuc*** up from sipping Tech Was I kissing on your bitch? Or did I kiss the fuc*** TEC? Paint me a new picture Picture that I pictured death Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head Hate all of this bullshit Man I hate all of this stress Imagine that The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death