Hair – $uicideboy$

“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”