Fuck Off And Die

(альбом: Chronicles Of The Death Mane - 2016)

Bitch, you ain't down with me
You just a wannabe
I don't know how you keep up with it, fuck
You put some thought into me
Bitch, you ain't with me, I know
Don't even try to be
Bitch, what you tryna be?
You know I don't fuck with you, honestly
Sitting in the back just smoking
No cigarettes, just dope
While you motherfuckers really just don't give a flow
Always acting like you know what I know
Bitch, hold up
I'ma open yo' eyes
I'm creeping inside then I open yo' mind
[?]
Put it into your lungs and I watch you fall
I keep fucking it up, Death make the fucking call
I got issues, that's something I know
Death can't get 'em solved, no
If you bringing that dope, shit, I'm always tryna smoke

I can never be like you
And you can never be like me
All of these motherfuckers catch some anger from me
When they come up, I make 'em all bleed
I put that on my fucking name, Yung Death
Death Mane, bitch, that's me, and fuck all of the rest

No, I don't like
Anybody on some fake shit
Tryna step to me
I used to deal with this shit, now I hate it
I think you should just leave
And do some searching, you got shit to do without me
I'm better off here alone anyway
It's a thing that I've dealt with for all of my life
What makes you think that I need your help, anyway?
All I need with me is weed and my knife
My enemies surround me every fucking day
So I always got someone to [?]
I hate everybody and they all hate me
So I stay inside and say, "Fuck off and die"