Cyanide Lyrics

Bless 'em with the Blood of Christ

Drinking up the cyanide

Living life with a smile

But just wanna die inside

Amplified by slow paces

But that's just my fault ain't it

That's just my fault ain't it

That's just my fault ain't it

(Yeah)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)

I've been

Breaking all my bad habits

Looking a mad addict

Mad hatter, better put me up for the next batter

Half assed bars

With a blank ass expression

I'll never make the Double X L Freshman

They say Angel how you doing

I say I'm doing alright

When really I hate working nine to fives

Everyone wants the quick gold they fool's pyrite

I'd rather get a tan, basking in the limelight like

Bless 'em with the Blood of Christ

Drinking up the cyanide

Living life with a smile

But just wanna die inside

Amplified by slow paces

But that's just my fault ain't it

That's just my fault ain't it

That's just my fault ain't it

(Yeah)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigaa

Why you always saying nigga

Nigga why you only hear me when I'm saying nigga

When I was preaching them scriptures

Niggas said I'm makin' skippers

Niggas missin'

Like my face was on the back of milk with cookies

They up and tryna book me for attempted murder

Lyrically

Cause I'm out here rapping with my niggas making sure the people

Hearing me

They tend to call it

Tyranny

When the King is stepping up and addressing niggas so furiously

(Look)

(Yeah)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)

(Uh)

Latty dotty

We finna party

I'm drowning in bacardi

Latty dotty

Now falling down the stairs

I'm just feeling rowdy

Latty dotty

Just on the ground

Laying down my head is spinning now

I'm seeing three of

This shit ain't no magic

That confuse the masses

Their minds are made of plastic

Anything that you say or do they'll say it's drastic

My mind is like elastic

It's bouncing, it's been bouncing

That's when I realized I'm the tangent

(Let's go)

Bounce

Bounce

Tell a nigga bounce (Bounce)

Tell 'em anyway you want this

Shit is goin' down (Down)

Ziccy run in circles way his merry go around

Hold on shorty why you up you bout to buss it down

You bout to buss it down upon a nigga

I ain't ready

Let me get my balance honey no my baby

I ain't steady

Gotta get my focus up and get my mind

Up out this frenzy

Cause the way you move that thing it got my thoughts uh feeling messy

Messy messy messy

Drinks got me messy

Bless it bless it bless it

Bless the bottle call me Yessi

Yessi yes and yes and

On the ball like Messi

Messy bless it yes and

Either way it's magic

And either way it's tragic

I'm on that shit like static

Doin' shit like this is just a muthafuckin' habit

And either way it's magic

And either way it's tragic

Doin' shit like this is just a muthafuckin' habit

(Yeah)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)

What ya gonna do?

(Honey)

Where you gonna go?

(Brother)

Who you gonna follow?

(Leader)

Gonna leave ya broke

(Let's go)