UrCoffin Lyrics

Lost all hope around age 6

Same time mom was well convinced

If I don’t hit this rapping shit

It's over, we cant live like this

Papa promised drop top whips

If I could kill this wind pipe shit

I still fight with knives and whips

I'd cut my throat for them to live

I been here living the life with my eyes closed

I been American psycho the knife go

Cutting up another mother fucker with Geico to rent

15 Percent

Cant seem to prevent

The screams from the Benz when I swerve the bends

And kill all your friends

Send for the trends but ending up 10 feet in cement

When you find them then dead on the high road

Mother fuckers wanna get illogical

When I been Ivan Drago with a bottle full of vodka soul

I'll admit I'm probably the problem though

Mom I got a gun and I've been popping on all the hoes

Brrrraaht like I'm Tupac

2 Glocks in my tube socks

For the 2 cops

Thinking that they really run this

Hot off the stove top

No shot for my throat dog

I'm a whole mob

Peaking off the couple substance

I been feeling way too gone

I been feeling faded

I don’t even drink no more

But somehow I'm sedated

I'ma make them kiss some more

My demons know they hated

We in love until we go

Get buried under pavement

I found out too late

There ain't really no escape

Man My demons know my fate

They gon tell me every day

Yea

Fuck it ima run it

This my gun is out of hundred

Til my family think I'm nothing

Til my mama peeling onions

Call it what you wanna call it

Ima a mother fucking problem

All or none I want your wallet

Ima talk shit until my coffin

Call it what you wanna call it

This exhibit A of nonsense

I speak truth until I vomit

Ima talk shit until my coffin

Oh no Ivan Drago with the yolo

Yo hoe get a photo for the show though

So low that the soul froze when the nose blow

Kilos with the Tito's yelling gringos

Yea

I been el diablo on a bottle

How'd I get so hollow

I burnt the road El dorado

Shout out to mac I'm macking a model

Half a sack of smack get her zapped why not follow

Come with me

Hail merry

G.R.A.N.T.

Getting scary with the lil uzi

Blasting fuckers like its DBZ

I’m a G O D

What the fuck you want from me

Money, tree, or life be free

I'm your genie grant you three

Wishes, bitches, riches please know

I found out too late

There ain't really no escape

Man My demons know my fate

They gon tell me every day

Yea

Fuck it ima run it

This my gun is out of hundred

Til my family think I'm nothing

Til my mama peeling onions

Call it what you wanna call it

Ima a mother fucking problem

All or none I want your wallet

Ima talk shit until my coffin

Call it what you wanna call it

This exhibit A of nonsense

I speak truth until I vomit

Ima talk shit until my coffin