Hair

Hair "Time to die" Hair down, smoking on a blunt Smoking a fuc*** cigarette to f*** up both of my lungs F*** you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk, bitch? You ain't even high enough to touch a Glock, boy Bitch, I put it to my skull Bitch, believe I will drop, boy Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy Rot in the box, breaking the locks Time is money, I ain't even got a clock, boy Watch them hoes flock, boy Break my fuc*** heart and now I'm busting out shots, boy Put it to my head and watch my head pop, boy Don't quit your day job, who the f*** else gonna stock, boy? You mother fuc*** box boy Hair up, purple double cup, bodies in the trunk Never front, this ain't what you want, 30 in the pump $uicide, take my own life, every night I die, every night I'm high Another depressing ass alibi Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs Give a f*** about the club, I'll walk up in that bitch and shoot that motherfuc*** up F*** the DJ, f*** your clique, and f*** your songs, boy I swear I hate you motherfuck***, leave me alone, boy F*** a scene, f*** a trend, f*** your clothes, too F*** you mean you with your team and that's your hoe too? Give a f*** about your dreams or your whole crew And if this is what it seems, I'm hollering "fuck you"