WRIST SLIT Lyrics

Slit my fucking wrists I can't go through this shit again

Tried to help all of these pussy boys but they just bit my hand

Give a fuck bout how you feeling I just built this from within

Now they watching me go up I know this shit just hit the fan

Why you mad? I been focused on my craft counting hundreds out my bag

Dropping crumbles get your mans heard he hungry for some beef

Give a fuck bout what you eat might just mince em the street

Hear the sound of streets sweep

Lace my drink with cyanide, never gon' see heaven's eye please open the gates, yeah the gates straight

To hell with I don't wanna see your face, cut your face

With the blade I might, send your soul to weep and cry

Drop a acid in my eye

Now I'm seeing walls Moving back and forth, that end is nigh

I put down the benzos now I wanna slit my throat with knives

I don't even feel this high, took my kidney out on time

You don't wanna solve your issues, cause you bitch made and you lied

All you punk pussy bitch made mothafuckas ain't bout what you said

Flexin' on internet, but cannot pay your rent Acting all sensitive, bout a little check

Bitch don't act up before you slapped up

And I'll flip you for all of your bread

You is irrelevant, you not a veteran

All of that mention, erased like lead

Blocka blocka it to your block, block

Sendin' shots shots to your top, top

Don't get caught up with a mop, mop

Put a blick right to your head

Blocka blocka it to your block, block

Sendin' shots shots to your top, top

Don't get caught up with a mop, mop

Now you gon' end up dead

Slit my fucking wrists I can't go through this shit again

Tried to help all of these pussy boys but they just bit my hand

Give a fuck bout how you feeling I just built this from within

Now they watching me go up I know this shit just hit the fan