I hung myself for a persona

I hung myself for a persona I been itching for a plot, yeah But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no 7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah I'mma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck) Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah F*** this music shit—I'm itching for a plot, yeah Ain't no Ain't no fuc*** digits on my clock, no I ain't one of y'all just let me rot, yeah I was just with Peep in London Still feel like I don't exist at all, no F*** this social gathering I'mma smoke a square out in the fuc*** hall, oh They told me watch out for the snakes But they forgot about the plague And the AK and with Lil Remains And the AK and what little remains, what little remains Hold up, hold up, hold up Had to put down the narcotics But I ain't really stopping Xanny and Suboxone Stay up in my wallet On the block, catch the Glock Shoes hanging like a chord Not a tour, 7th Ward Magnolia brown, Soulja Slim to the bone Hot boys, prime-time Dotted line, never signed On the drugs Can't doze If I do be exposed, oh no Chopper city Dead bodies Alligators Disembodied Did the crime, not the time Lil' jits on the porch gripping 9's, gripping 9's Pull that torch, light 'em up Young as twelve Living hell Lil' Remains Yung Plague No respect given ‘less you steal or you take, hoe