SUICIDEEE Video (MV)

(Run away, run away, run away, run away)
(And I apologize, from the way I behave, the beast I became)
(And he don't wanna' hurt no one)
(Forgive me for the dirt I've done)
(Searching for your love, It's worth a ton)
(When you hear them shots, turn around just run)
(I can see clear as day you just want me to bomb)
(Fade away from what's sittin' in my palms)
(He made a way for me, do it for yall)
(Hanging from this rope as I bow)
No matter what I do, it's gon' all hit the wall, It's Gon' all hit the fan, I ain't even gon' crazy
I don' been right here too many times, But this time around, you can tell I won't make it
Got the lil' bitch telling me that she love me, But I know that you don't do
I got the fire building up in my veins, They ain't doing nothing but make me grab my tool
If you don't trust that nigga, don't go and kick a door with him
Trap to the junky, turn around, smoke the dope with him
Homicide, close up, got the blood on my clothes, nigga
I ain't forget my pistol, I'm in the bushes taking notes with it
If you don't come outside, bitch, I'll kill somebody close to you
Same thing as blood, nigga, red equals pain
Run off with some poison, just to put it in my veins
Shawty cracking jokes, I'm in here finna' blow my brain
Like, soon as I see a full moon, I'm out here howling like a wolf
Cruising down yo' block late night, better watch before you look
I can feel the good and the evil in my heart Starting to fight , only reason I ain't throw no hook
Enjoy life while you can, cause I swear that shit took
If I get caught with this, they gon' throw me the book
Shawty, this a stolo pistol
Shots let off, I don't know those victims
They don't wanna' go toe to toe with a villain
Throw the dope in the air, let's play monkey in the middle
Heard he wanna' kill his self ever since he was little
Murder all on the song, paying attention to the rhythm
I drop a couple bands, my nigga down in Florida a come kill him
I drunk too many cups, I think I need some water in my system
Take a sip of this drank, I can't think straight
Drive the car through the front door, they screaming "mayday" nigga
I'm out here hustling, so I drop them bands on a hitta
Shawty swinging, caught me in my eye, I still ain't hit her
Death inside my cup, I mix act with the liquor
Temper getting shorter, but his mind getting bigger
Never double back, that bitch ain't mine if I quit her
I'm out here playing defense with the line like a kicker
And he got them flags all in the air, I think It's a riot out there
Go to the window, tell me what you see outside
And you playing it close, don't see you nowhere near my side
Before I kill myself, least' tell my lil' girl that I tried
Try to step on me, try to run over my heart
Young street nigga, hop on stage like a pop star
Pick it up, what if he dropped it on purpose? New old school, drive that bitch like like I'm Dale earnhardt
Hop out that bitch with a 8, hop out that bitch with like 8, are you okay?
Shawty it's getting too late, I ain't even seen your face, run my fade
I got the bag, it's enough for us to go round'
Why the f*ck they be acting like they can't get blowed down?
He got that yay out of state on the road now
Need a new bitch, cause' the last one ain't hold me down
Tic-tac-toe, cross out three in a row
First day out the door with the strap, he like here we go
Sold everything out the bag, but got plenty more
Silly white boy in a Benz, I'll take that
Put a Glock to the back of your throat til I break that
Phone on airplane mode til you make it back
Don't write the wrong message in the air, I'm erasing that
Chain on my neck, same symbol as the masons
Lil mama attitude black, but her feet Caucasian
They like, who the f*ck is that? Cuz' just walked out blazin'
Ridin' late night, just to leave him on the pavement
First time in his life, he regretting have a baby
Murder talk, you get stretched from a keyboard
Shoot the building, thought It got hit with C4
Come out running, he gon' burn you down
Dope talk, nigga talkin' bout' baggin' it
I see em' comin', ain't no time to start stashin it
Red light, hit reverse and start backin' it
Talking real G, like the Green Bay Packers
I got money on my mind, while I'm doing crimes
Just to get em' gone, he'll drop a dime
Come over here and show me you a ride or die
I'm in love with you girl, and don't know why
When you walk inside that room, don't act surprised
I bet that boy kill his self by tonight
(Ouuh ouuh)
(Gun in the booth, bet I put one in my head)
(Gun in the booth, bet I put one in my head)
(Gun in the booth, bet I .....)
(Gun in the booth, bet I put one in my head)
(Gun in the booth, bet I put one in my head)
(Gun in the booth, bet I put one in my head)