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When there is no more room in hell

The dead will walk the Earth

I never ever rest will take it down in my grave

All these rappers and the music scene I make 'em my slave

Can I even fucking help me when there's nothing to save?

I ain't never showing up if I ain't making my pay

Now she asking for a gram so I pull up my fucking Insta

I'm starting to regret it 'cause she's showing me her Pinterest

I wanna goth shawty but without all of the interest

My head is fucking pounding I think I've been drinking Windex

If ripping off the band aid's what they calling painless

Then why this shawty rip my heart like it was made of paper?

Doing this shit for so long I think that I'm forsaken

If heavy is the head that wears crown then make me famous

Roman numerals on her collarbone I think I'm getting followed home I never stop inventing like a demi-god who raps at home

They try to take me out the zone I'm with a .nine yeah that's my chrome I couldn't get fucking hard because my dick is tired from all the blow

10 grand on a fucking flow make the globe my fucking hoe your crib is made of glass so why the fuck you throwing all these stones

I'm down like every single toe I shine so bright I burn a glow, I got all these god damn chains they looking like a shiny pile of snow

Fugu Plague be my persona I'll punish like Travolta

I put your ass in lockdown like I'm a strain of Corona

These bitches love my name they spell it out like Robert Loggia

These bitches love my name and now they acting like I'm Sosa

M.A.F.I.A

I will throw my double ms until I'm down in my grave

NTB empire hey

When I die play this song at my eulogy wake