I hung myself for a persona – $uicideboy$

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