Black Mass

(album: CHROME CASKETZ - 2023)

[Pouya:]
Yuh, A to the L to the L to the B to the U to the T, throw a 6 in that bitch
Now that I'm rich, I got enemies waiting for me to end up in a ditch, yuh
Now that I'm lit, I got hoes that want dick for a chance at a picture of Baby Bone live in the flesh
Blow out my brain, I'm ready to rest, what's next? This life is a loop and a test
I'm sick of the fame, look at my face, I'm digging my grave, done being a slave
Ride with the flame, I been making noise, I'm not new to this game
I'm sick of the Range, I-95, I'm just switching them lanes
.45 barrel pointed at my brain, A to the B to the 6, not a damn thing changed, boy

[Terror Reid:]
Ayy, uh
Bitch, I'm in downtown South Beach, hit, then I swing
Make a [?] sing, boy, tongue got twang
Cooked in the stu', that shit 'bout to bang
Big REID with the gator, taking everything
Honey real thick, need a bite real quick
Got a lot on my plate like Nick, shit
I'ma hit 'em with the venom, down south where I send 'em
Take it all, whole block stop when I call
Look at the mutant, don't try nothing stupid
My eyes on a bad bitch, that ain't nothin new
What I do, what I didded I ain't never splitted
Got hate in my eyes, bitch, I am not finished
The wickedest [?]
Might cop a soul with my devilish steez
I did it with ease, just blowing off steam
It's R-E-I-D, bitch, haunting your dreams