$UICIDEBOY$ - Thy Kingdom Come Album Lyrics

$UICIDEBOY$ - Thy Kingdom Come Lyrics

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Napoleon
Oh, What a Wretched Man I Am!
Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave)
Chain Breaker
Now and at the Hour of Our Death
Self-Inflicted
GREY+GREY+GREY
Carried Away
Monochromatic

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

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A plea for mercy mixed with a fierce, violent identity.

Lord, have mercy (killa, killa, killa, killa)

Graphic imagery of killing and condemning the soul to darkness.

Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss (you did good, Slick)

Invitation to join a deadly gathering or revenge.

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (it's a Smash)

Warning to those seeking conflict.

If a pussy want a- (killa, killa, killa, killa)

Sensing the aftermath of violence vividly.

I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss

Hold up

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (it's North)

Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy

Ready to handle conflicts violently.

If a pussy want a problem (grr), I can help but solve it

Trouble for rivals, desired by women.

For f*ckboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target (wody-wody)

Claiming to be dangerously unpredictable.

Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted

Disrespecting enemies outright.

Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (f*ck)

Beginning with two Percocet pills.

Two-two Perc's, I just started

Feeling euphoric on four pills.

Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous

Taking more for the crew without getting sick.

Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous (wody-wody)

Haunted by inner demons while heavily medicated.

Twenty Perc's I'm talkin', the demons 'round me walkin' (yeah)

Temporary relief before withdrawal symptoms return.

Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' (wody-wody)

Killing an enemy during casual activity.

Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk (grr)

Not everyone belongs in street life.

Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk (wody-wody)

Letting wealth and jewelry do the talking.

I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (whoa)

Drinking codeine-laced soda.

Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock' (wody-wody)

Boasting sexually.

Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol

Riding luxury wheels despite damage.

Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a f*ckin' write-off

Always working, mocking critics.

What the f*ck's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs

Mocking rivals as weak and emotional.

Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol

Dismissing others' affiliations.

Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you

Selling fake or weak drugs.

Think you got the Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you (wody-wody)

Driving fast, dissing police.

I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' f*ck the blue (what? Grr)

Bragging about illegal deeds.

They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" (Wody-wody)

Rejecting politeness; embracing madness.

F*ck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (ahh)

Struggling with temptation while reading scripture.

Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy (wody-wody)

Referencing the Trinity and his withdrawn nature.

Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies

Avoiding toxic people.

I-I can't f*ck with hoes that be f*ckin' up my energy (wody-wody)

Reasserting dominance.

Let me repeat, they ain't seein' me

Crushing enemies because of his gangster nature.

I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me

Throwing gang signs and staying armed.

Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em (wody-wody), keep a TEC up on 'em

Willing to die for respect.

Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (bop, bop)

Showing off his power.

Now I'm flexin' on all of my opponents (wody-wody)

Relationship with a partner with emotional baggage.

Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa

Loving guns and ammo.

Tatted 7.62mm, fell in love with choppers (wody-wody)

His crew as mafia-like dealers.

Grey59 the mafia, they some deal coppers

Choosing drugs over religion.

Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers

(Yung Wetto)

Reinforcing violent persona.

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

Suicide as a fallback.

It was always gonna be (uh), suicide the backup plan-

Pausing mid-thought.

Wait, wait, wait, whoa-oh, ain't that-

Calling out industry suppression.

Who the f*ck you think (Grey) all these labels shadow banned?

Comparing industry to oppressive forces.

Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (wody-wody)

Performing solo confidently.

Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band

Facing defeat but staying true.

Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand

Trafficking drugs.

Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan

Predatory nature.

Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can (wody-wody)

Heavy drug use abroad.

Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's

Boasting adaptability and fame.

Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man (damn), across the land (wody-wody)

Others can't grasp his life.

You don't understand

Emphasizing misunderstanding.

You don't really get it

Focused on hustle, ignoring distractions.

I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (wody-wody)

Tattooed indifference.

I don't give a f*ck, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles

Troubled youth.

I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble (wody-wody)

Focusing on ambition.

Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble

Erratic behavior frightening others.

Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double (wody-wody)

Neighbors gossip quietly.

Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle

Gaining acceptance over time.

Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (wody-wody)

Modest despite appearance.

I'm just tatted up but humble

Yeah

Managing success and challenges.

Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle

Maintaining a low profile despite fame.

(I stay lowkey but y'all know me)

Boasting about smuggling everywhere but Russia.

Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle

Lifelong hustling.

I-I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's (ayy, ayy)

Violence since youth.

Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble

Close-knit crew.

Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (grey, grey)

Disrupting the underground scene.

Grey59, we turned the f*ckin' underground to a bunch of rubble uh (what?)

Challenging others.

Anybody got anything else to say?

Mocking opposition.

(Huh?) I didn't think so

Showing pride in a loyal partner and strength.

Ruby Da f*ckin' Cherry got a big heart, yeah (ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle

Describing a reserved close friend.

Scrim so stoic (ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a f*ckin' chuckle (wody-wody)

Emphasizing family bonds.

That's my partner (ayy, ayy), that's my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle

Committing fully to a dangerous lifestyle.

Dug our graves together (ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the f*ckin' shovels (wody-wody)

Reaffirming violent persona.

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

Repetition of brutal imagery.

Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss

Closing call to regroup in deadly setting.

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (killa, killa, killa, killa)

Final emphasis on violence aftermath.

I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss

Ending on the dark, vengeful invitation.

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

A plea for mercy mixed with a fierce, violent identity. 
Graphic imagery of killing and condemning the soul to darkness. 
Invitation to join a deadly gathering or revenge. 
Warning to those seeking conflict. 
Sensing the aftermath of violence vividly. 
 
 
 
 
Ready to handle conflicts violently. 
Trouble for rivals, desired by women. 
Claiming to be dangerously unpredictable. 
Disrespecting enemies outright. 
Beginning with two Percocet pills. 
Feeling euphoric on four pills. 
Taking more for the crew without getting sick. 
Haunted by inner demons while heavily medicated. 
Temporary relief before withdrawal symptoms return. 
Killing an enemy during casual activity. 
Not everyone belongs in street life. 
Letting wealth and jewelry do the talking. 
Drinking codeine-laced soda. 
Boasting sexually. 
Riding luxury wheels despite damage. 
Always working, mocking critics. 
Mocking rivals as weak and emotional. 
Dismissing others' affiliations. 
Selling fake or weak drugs. 
Driving fast, dissing police. 
Bragging about illegal deeds. 
Rejecting politeness; embracing madness. 
Struggling with temptation while reading scripture. 
Referencing the Trinity and his withdrawn nature. 
Avoiding toxic people. 
Reasserting dominance. 
Crushing enemies because of his gangster nature. 
Throwing gang signs and staying armed. 
Willing to die for respect. 
Showing off his power. 
Relationship with a partner with emotional baggage. 
Loving guns and ammo. 
His crew as mafia-like dealers. 
Choosing drugs over religion. 
 
 
Reinforcing violent persona. 
 
Suicide as a fallback. 
Pausing mid-thought. 
Calling out industry suppression. 
Comparing industry to oppressive forces. 
Performing solo confidently. 
Facing defeat but staying true. 
Trafficking drugs. 
Predatory nature. 
Heavy drug use abroad. 
Boasting adaptability and fame. 
Others can't grasp his life. 
Emphasizing misunderstanding. 
Focused on hustle, ignoring distractions. 
Tattooed indifference. 
Troubled youth. 
Focusing on ambition. 
Erratic behavior frightening others. 
Neighbors gossip quietly. 
Gaining acceptance over time. 
Modest despite appearance. 
 
Managing success and challenges. 
Maintaining a low profile despite fame. 
Boasting about smuggling everywhere but Russia. 
Lifelong hustling. 
Violence since youth. 
Close-knit crew. 
Disrupting the underground scene. 
Challenging others. 
Mocking opposition. 
Showing pride in a loyal partner and strength. 
Describing a reserved close friend. 
Emphasizing family bonds. 
Committing fully to a dangerous lifestyle. 
 
Reaffirming violent persona. 
Repetition of brutal imagery. 
Closing call to regroup in deadly setting. 
Final emphasis on violence aftermath. 
Ending on the dark, vengeful invitation.

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English

Lord, have mercy (killa, killa, killa, killa) 
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss (you did good, Slick) 
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (it's a Smash) 
If a pussy want a- (killa, killa, killa, killa) 
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss 
Hold up 
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (it's North) 
Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy 
 
If a pussy want a problem (grr), I can help but solve it 
For f*ckboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target (wody-wody) 
Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted 
Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (f*ck) 
Two-two Perc's, I just started 
Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous 
Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous (wody-wody) 
Twenty Perc's I'm talkin', the demons 'round me walkin' (yeah) 
Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' (wody-wody) 
Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk (grr) 
Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk (wody-wody) 
I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (whoa) 
Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock' (wody-wody) 
Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol 
Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a f*ckin' write-off 
What the f*ck's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs 
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol 
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you 
Think you got the Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you (wody-wody) 
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' f*ck the blue (what? Grr) 
They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" (Wody-wody) 
F*ck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (ahh) 
Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy (wody-wody) 
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies 
I-I can't f*ck with hoes that be f*ckin' up my energy (wody-wody) 
Let me repeat, they ain't seein' me 
I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me 
Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em (wody-wody), keep a TEC up on 'em 
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (bop, bop) 
Now I'm flexin' on all of my opponents (wody-wody) 
Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa 
Tatted 7.62mm, fell in love with choppers (wody-wody) 
Grey59 the mafia, they some deal coppers 
Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers 
(Yung Wetto) 
 
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa 
 
It was always gonna be (uh), suicide the backup plan- 
Wait, wait, wait, whoa-oh, ain't that- 
Who the f*ck you think (Grey) all these labels shadow banned? 
Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (wody-wody) 
Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band 
Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand 
Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan 
Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can (wody-wody) 
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's 
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man (damn), across the land (wody-wody) 
You don't understand 
You don't really get it 
I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (wody-wody) 
I don't give a f*ck, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles 
I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble (wody-wody) 
Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble 
Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double (wody-wody) 
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle 
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (wody-wody) 
I'm just tatted up but humble 
Yeah 
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle 
(I stay lowkey but y'all know me) 
Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle 
I-I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's (ayy, ayy) 
Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble 
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (grey, grey) 
Grey59, we turned the f*ckin' underground to a bunch of rubble uh (what?) 
Anybody got anything else to say? 
(Huh?) I didn't think so 
Ruby Da f*ckin' Cherry got a big heart, yeah (ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle 
Scrim so stoic (ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a f*ckin' chuckle (wody-wody) 
That's my partner (ayy, ayy), that's my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle 
Dug our graves together (ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the f*ckin' shovels (wody-wody) 
 
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa 
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss 
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (killa, killa, killa, killa) 
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss 
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows

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Interpretation

A plea for mercy mixed with a fierce, violent identity. 
Graphic imagery of killing and condemning the soul to darkness. 
Invitation to join a deadly gathering or revenge. 
Warning to those seeking conflict. 
Sensing the aftermath of violence vividly. 
 
 
 
 
Ready to handle conflicts violently. 
Trouble for rivals, desired by women. 
Claiming to be dangerously unpredictable. 
Disrespecting enemies outright. 
Beginning with two Percocet pills. 
Feeling euphoric on four pills. 
Taking more for the crew without getting sick. 
Haunted by inner demons while heavily medicated. 
Temporary relief before withdrawal symptoms return. 
Killing an enemy during casual activity. 
Not everyone belongs in street life. 
Letting wealth and jewelry do the talking. 
Drinking codeine-laced soda. 
Boasting sexually. 
Riding luxury wheels despite damage. 
Always working, mocking critics. 
Mocking rivals as weak and emotional. 
Dismissing others' affiliations. 
Selling fake or weak drugs. 
Driving fast, dissing police. 
Bragging about illegal deeds. 
Rejecting politeness; embracing madness. 
Struggling with temptation while reading scripture. 
Referencing the Trinity and his withdrawn nature. 
Avoiding toxic people. 
Reasserting dominance. 
Crushing enemies because of his gangster nature. 
Throwing gang signs and staying armed. 
Willing to die for respect. 
Showing off his power. 
Relationship with a partner with emotional baggage. 
Loving guns and ammo. 
His crew as mafia-like dealers. 
Choosing drugs over religion. 
 
 
Reinforcing violent persona. 
 
Suicide as a fallback. 
Pausing mid-thought. 
Calling out industry suppression. 
Comparing industry to oppressive forces. 
Performing solo confidently. 
Facing defeat but staying true. 
Trafficking drugs. 
Predatory nature. 
Heavy drug use abroad. 
Boasting adaptability and fame. 
Others can't grasp his life. 
Emphasizing misunderstanding. 
Focused on hustle, ignoring distractions. 
Tattooed indifference. 
Troubled youth. 
Focusing on ambition. 
Erratic behavior frightening others. 
Neighbors gossip quietly. 
Gaining acceptance over time. 
Modest despite appearance. 
 
Managing success and challenges. 
Maintaining a low profile despite fame. 
Boasting about smuggling everywhere but Russia. 
Lifelong hustling. 
Violence since youth. 
Close-knit crew. 
Disrupting the underground scene. 
Challenging others. 
Mocking opposition. 
Showing pride in a loyal partner and strength. 
Describing a reserved close friend. 
Emphasizing family bonds. 
Committing fully to a dangerous lifestyle. 
 
Reaffirming violent persona. 
Repetition of brutal imagery. 
Closing call to regroup in deadly setting. 
Final emphasis on violence aftermath. 
Ending on the dark, vengeful invitation.

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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Napoleon

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Intoxicated and ready to dominate.

I got that Henny in my system

Prepared to overpower someone.

Somebody 'bout to be my victim

Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that

Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that (you did good Slick) (it's a smash)

Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that

Back, baby act bad, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I-

Where they at? Where they at?

Ah, yeah

7th Ward

Present everywhere, on both sides of the water.

You can find me on either side of the river, either side of the lake

Navigating familiar local obstacles with streetwise tactics.

7th Ward swervin', dodgin' potholes, curbstompin' m-boxes

Recounting past surprises and cunning moves.

Them Roxys, Lawd, it's been a while, since I been jaw dropped, outfoxed, shit

Living a tough life without excuses.

Ashtray livin' and I'm spendin' no buts

Rejecting complaints and fears with indifference.

I don't wanna hear it, I don't fear it, I shrug

Relaxing with a blunt, preparing for action.

Goodie blunt puffed, I'ma slide back cuffed

Heading toward a known dangerous area, ready for conflict.

Bucktown bound and I'm all down for the cut

Proudly representing their origins and gang affiliation.

Louisiana born, grey bandana sworn in

Bringing intense, unpredictable violence.

Bring the f*cking storm, splatter with no warning

Casually drinking sweet soda while wielding weapons.

Sippin' cherry fanta, AK splittin' up bananas

Firing guns with precision and speed.

Ratatata with the hammer, young cracka five and oh foreign

Operating in a critical, final phase.

7th Ward in the ninth innin (7th Ward)

Issuing deadly warnings to enemies.

Bitch, you 'bout to die, if I see you shit-grinnin' (7th Ward)

Tough and hardened from rough surroundings.

Rough and f*ckin' rugged, I was raised up in the slime (7th Ward)

Contemplating dark thoughts but surviving and succeeding.

$uicide mindset, but I'm alive and winnin' (7th Ward)

Prepared to move aggressively and recklessly.

Bitch, I'm 'bout to slide so hard, I'm slippin'

Struggling against personal demons but persevering.

Dodgin' all my demons, but I keep on trippin'

Wealthy enough to spend freely without worry.

Wallet full of cream, I can sleep while spendin'

Confident and indulging in success.

I'm a big shot, keep on sippin' big, who that livin'

Where they at? Where they at?

Ah, where they at? Ah, where they at?

Northside

Rejecting cheap or fake substances.

Hell nah, I ain't sippin' on no corny-ass bitch

Using drugs heavily, experiencing side effects.

Pop a pill like Kodak, I glitch for the twitch

Cup always filled with dirty lean.

Cup stay dirty like I'm pourin' up in Flint

Considering steroids for strength.

I might need some 'roids just to hold up my wrist

Risking disease due to reckless behavior.

Might catch a STD the way they all on my dick

Leaves the house and realizes that the people around them still haven't achieved anything.

For once, I leave the crib and see they still ain't on shit

Noticing unchanged negativity despite time sober.

Been sober six years, how it's still in my piss?

Masked and armed, ready for violence.

Mask and a stick, feel like dill up in the pit

Isolating self from others.

I don't f*ck with nobody like I went celibate

Observing a man struggling to breathe, they incorrectly think he's meditating instead of suffering.

Boy breathin' for his life, they think he meditatin'

Greeting respectfully at a local store.

I'm at the corner store yellin' "Assalam Alaikum"

Surrounded by people ready for violence, shaped by upbringing.

Bunch of boys ready to kill, 'cause that's how momma raised 'em

Dominating fellow rappers despite possible drug tests.

The way I'm lappin' all of these rappers, they might drug test me (Northside)

High but with a messy partner.

High clean but my hoe messy (Northside)

Acknowledging memory loss due to drug use.

Ask Ruby, I got no memory (Northside)

Needing various drugs constantly.

What type of drug, dawg, I need every (Northside)

Claiming leadership of the northern area.

King of the north, motherf*ck Jeffrey

Broadcasting from a place associated with disruption.

Live from the grey to f*ck up the algorithm

Avoiding conflict with weak rivals.

I don't beef with boys that ain't got no alpha in 'em

Enjoying chaos by causing disruption.

Just for fun, I'm that motherf*cker that'll crash

Confronting challengers outside, ready for conflict.

They want the smoke and I'm outside like "Where they at?" (ayo, where they at?)

Where they at? Where they at?

Where they at? Ayy

Left foot step, right foot slide

Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

Threes in the air, reppin' Grey59

Left foot step, right foot slide

Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

Threes in the air, reppin' Grey59

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Intoxicated and ready to dominate. 
Prepared to overpower someone. 
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0 
0 
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Present everywhere, on both sides of the water. 
Navigating familiar local obstacles with streetwise tactics. 
Recounting past surprises and cunning moves. 
Living a tough life without excuses. 
Rejecting complaints and fears with indifference. 
Relaxing with a blunt, preparing for action. 
Heading toward a known dangerous area, ready for conflict. 
Proudly representing their origins and gang affiliation. 
Bringing intense, unpredictable violence. 
Casually drinking sweet soda while wielding weapons. 
Firing guns with precision and speed. 
Operating in a critical, final phase. 
Issuing deadly warnings to enemies. 
Tough and hardened from rough surroundings. 
Contemplating dark thoughts but surviving and succeeding. 
Prepared to move aggressively and recklessly. 
Struggling against personal demons but persevering. 
Wealthy enough to spend freely without worry. 
Confident and indulging in success. 
 
 
 
 
 
Rejecting cheap or fake substances. 
Using drugs heavily, experiencing side effects. 
Cup always filled with dirty lean. 
Considering steroids for strength. 
Risking disease due to reckless behavior. 
Leaves the house and realizes that the people around them still haven't achieved anything. 
Noticing unchanged negativity despite time sober. 
Masked and armed, ready for violence. 
Isolating self from others. 
Observing a man struggling to breathe, they incorrectly think he's meditating instead of suffering. 
Greeting respectfully at a local store. 
Surrounded by people ready for violence, shaped by upbringing. 
Dominating fellow rappers despite possible drug tests. 
High but with a messy partner. 
Acknowledging memory loss due to drug use. 
Needing various drugs constantly. 
Claiming leadership of the northern area. 
Broadcasting from a place associated with disruption. 
Avoiding conflict with weak rivals. 
Enjoying chaos by causing disruption. 
Confronting challengers outside, ready for conflict. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes 
 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

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English

I got that Henny in my system 
Somebody 'bout to be my victim 
Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that 
Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that (you did good Slick) (it's a smash) 
Bounce, baby, make it bounce, twerk that, twerk that 
Back, baby act bad, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I- 
 
Ah 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Ah, yeah 
7th Ward 
 
You can find me on either side of the river, either side of the lake 
7th Ward swervin', dodgin' potholes, curbstompin' m-boxes 
Them Roxys, Lawd, it's been a while, since I been jaw dropped, outfoxed, shit 
Ashtray livin' and I'm spendin' no buts 
I don't wanna hear it, I don't fear it, I shrug 
Goodie blunt puffed, I'ma slide back cuffed 
Bucktown bound and I'm all down for the cut 
Louisiana born, grey bandana sworn in 
Bring the f*cking storm, splatter with no warning 
Sippin' cherry fanta, AK splittin' up bananas 
Ratatata with the hammer, young cracka five and oh foreign 
7th Ward in the ninth innin (7th Ward) 
Bitch, you 'bout to die, if I see you shit-grinnin' (7th Ward) 
Rough and f*ckin' rugged, I was raised up in the slime (7th Ward) 
$uicide mindset, but I'm alive and winnin' (7th Ward) 
Bitch, I'm 'bout to slide so hard, I'm slippin' 
Dodgin' all my demons, but I keep on trippin' 
Wallet full of cream, I can sleep while spendin' 
I'm a big shot, keep on sippin' big, who that livin' 
 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Ah, where they at? Ah, where they at? 
Northside 
 
Hell nah, I ain't sippin' on no corny-ass bitch 
Pop a pill like Kodak, I glitch for the twitch 
Cup stay dirty like I'm pourin' up in Flint 
I might need some 'roids just to hold up my wrist 
Might catch a STD the way they all on my dick 
For once, I leave the crib and see they still ain't on shit 
Been sober six years, how it's still in my piss? 
Mask and a stick, feel like dill up in the pit 
I don't f*ck with nobody like I went celibate 
Boy breathin' for his life, they think he meditatin' 
I'm at the corner store yellin' "Assalam Alaikum" 
Bunch of boys ready to kill, 'cause that's how momma raised 'em 
The way I'm lappin' all of these rappers, they might drug test me (Northside) 
High clean but my hoe messy (Northside) 
Ask Ruby, I got no memory (Northside) 
What type of drug, dawg, I need every (Northside) 
King of the north, motherf*ck Jeffrey 
Live from the grey to f*ck up the algorithm 
I don't beef with boys that ain't got no alpha in 'em 
Just for fun, I'm that motherf*cker that'll crash 
They want the smoke and I'm outside like "Where they at?" (ayo, where they at?) 
 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Where they at? 
Where they at? Ayy 
 
Left foot step, right foot slide 
Threes in the air, reppin' Grey59 
Left foot step, right foot slide 
Threes in the air, reppin' Grey59

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Interpretation

Intoxicated and ready to dominate. 
Prepared to overpower someone. 
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Present everywhere, on both sides of the water. 
Navigating familiar local obstacles with streetwise tactics. 
Recounting past surprises and cunning moves. 
Living a tough life without excuses. 
Rejecting complaints and fears with indifference. 
Relaxing with a blunt, preparing for action. 
Heading toward a known dangerous area, ready for conflict. 
Proudly representing their origins and gang affiliation. 
Bringing intense, unpredictable violence. 
Casually drinking sweet soda while wielding weapons. 
Firing guns with precision and speed. 
Operating in a critical, final phase. 
Issuing deadly warnings to enemies. 
Tough and hardened from rough surroundings. 
Contemplating dark thoughts but surviving and succeeding. 
Prepared to move aggressively and recklessly. 
Struggling against personal demons but persevering. 
Wealthy enough to spend freely without worry. 
Confident and indulging in success. 
 
 
 
 
 
Rejecting cheap or fake substances. 
Using drugs heavily, experiencing side effects. 
Cup always filled with dirty lean. 
Considering steroids for strength. 
Risking disease due to reckless behavior. 
Leaves the house and realizes that the people around them still haven't achieved anything. 
Noticing unchanged negativity despite time sober. 
Masked and armed, ready for violence. 
Isolating self from others. 
Observing a man struggling to breathe, they incorrectly think he's meditating instead of suffering. 
Greeting respectfully at a local store. 
Surrounded by people ready for violence, shaped by upbringing. 
Dominating fellow rappers despite possible drug tests. 
High but with a messy partner. 
Acknowledging memory loss due to drug use. 
Needing various drugs constantly. 
Claiming leadership of the northern area. 
Broadcasting from a place associated with disruption. 
Avoiding conflict with weak rivals. 
Enjoying chaos by causing disruption. 
Confronting challengers outside, ready for conflict. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes 
 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Oh, What a Wretched Man I Am!

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Compliment to $lick, the producer (Suicideboy$'s $crim)
(You did good, $lick) 
It's a hit song
(It's a Smash) 
Artist name
Ruby Da Cherry 
 
Ayy 
Wake up depressed so I stretch as I yawn 
Pulling my shoulder, I reach for the stars 
They promised me chains and hoes, and cars 
The easiest way to mend a broken heart 
Monogamy plain and simple, it's hard 
The lust for flesh, I feel like a scar 
A sinner at best, I been one from the start 
I'm tryna stay sober, keep playing that part 
Rushin' to death just to set me apart from all of the rest 
No need for best, just not at a desk 
This pain ain't fresh, had to let it ferment 
You heard what I said but don't know what I meant 
I won't explain it over and over and over again (and over again) 
But y'all keep complaining over and over and over again, ayy (over and over again) 
My inner child is nutrition for demons 
They feast on my blood, got me feeling anemic 
I'm fiending for love 'cause the lust is so fleeting 
Reference to Opana, a potent painkiller, which they compare to an orange, something you peel away for the substance inside
Opana 40s like an orange, you peel it 
Compare it to apples, you might miss the meaning 
I tear off my shackles, now I'm f*cking leaving 
I am my own worst enemy, so self-defeating 
I'm honestly lucky that I'm f*cking breathing 
 
Yeah, f*ckin' mind won't stop 
High in a big house, wishin' I was back in the shed 
Been hanging by a thread with a head full of meds otherwise it'd probably be lead 
Know that I'm f*cked, only way I feel love is to pay when they say they need bread 
I can see it in they eyes, you ain't gotta read minds, obvious that they want me dead 
Mama tryin' to check in and all I could text was, "Pray for me" (pray for me) 
Can't slow down, I don't wanna breakdown from a nervous breakdown, no 
Glock to my chin, I'm screaming, "Get the f*ck away from me" (away from me) 
Dad begging me to draw down 
I just wanna end it all now 
The way that it all played down, I'm questioning what in the f*ck did I wish for? 
Can't buy happiness with this money so I went and bought me a pistol 
My own family treats me like I'm invisible, asking for Scrim's autograph while ignoring me, even though I'm part of this too.
Family asking for Scrim to sign like I don't exist too 
Told myself when I die, they gon' cry, they gon' mourn and not even miss you

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Compliment to $lick, the producer (Suicideboy$'s $crim) 
It's a hit song 
Artist name 



















Reference to Opana, a potent painkiller, which they compare to an orange, something you peel away for the substance inside 

















My own family treats me like I'm invisible, asking for Scrim's autograph while ignoring me, even though I'm part of this too. 
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(You did good, $lick) 
(It's a Smash) 
Ruby Da Cherry 
 
Ayy 
Wake up depressed so I stretch as I yawn 
Pulling my shoulder, I reach for the stars 
They promised me chains and hoes, and cars 
The easiest way to mend a broken heart 
Monogamy plain and simple, it's hard 
The lust for flesh, I feel like a scar 
A sinner at best, I been one from the start 
I'm tryna stay sober, keep playing that part 
Rushin' to death just to set me apart from all of the rest 
No need for best, just not at a desk 
This pain ain't fresh, had to let it ferment 
You heard what I said but don't know what I meant 
I won't explain it over and over and over again (and over again) 
But y'all keep complaining over and over and over again, ayy (over and over again) 
My inner child is nutrition for demons 
They feast on my blood, got me feeling anemic 
I'm fiending for love 'cause the lust is so fleeting 
Opana 40s like an orange, you peel it 
Compare it to apples, you might miss the meaning 
I tear off my shackles, now I'm f*cking leaving 
I am my own worst enemy, so self-defeating 
I'm honestly lucky that I'm f*cking breathing 
 
Yeah, f*ckin' mind won't stop 
High in a big house, wishin' I was back in the shed 
Been hanging by a thread with a head full of meds otherwise it'd probably be lead 
Know that I'm f*cked, only way I feel love is to pay when they say they need bread 
I can see it in they eyes, you ain't gotta read minds, obvious that they want me dead 
Mama tryin' to check in and all I could text was, "Pray for me" (pray for me) 
Can't slow down, I don't wanna breakdown from a nervous breakdown, no 
Glock to my chin, I'm screaming, "Get the f*ck away from me" (away from me) 
Dad begging me to draw down 
I just wanna end it all now 
The way that it all played down, I'm questioning what in the f*ck did I wish for? 
Can't buy happiness with this money so I went and bought me a pistol 
Family asking for Scrim to sign like I don't exist too 
Told myself when I die, they gon' cry, they gon' mourn and not even miss you

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Interpretation

Compliment to $lick, the producer (Suicideboy$'s $crim) 
It's a hit song 
Artist name 



















Reference to Opana, a potent painkiller, which they compare to an orange, something you peel away for the substance inside 

















My own family treats me like I'm invisible, asking for Scrim's autograph while ignoring me, even though I'm part of this too. 
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave)

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Compliment to the producer/mixer "Slick."

(You did good, Slick)

Prediction that the track will be a hit.

(It's a Smash)

Admitting the other person will hurt them emotionally.

You'll end up breakin' my heart

Feeling completely hollow inside, like being dead already.

Lately I been empty as my grave

A tombstone metaphor - emotional weight tied to death imagery.

Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name

Overwhelmed by confusion about life and situations.

Just too many things that don't make sense

Questioning if someone values peace or winning arguments more.

You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, huh?

Their focus is on intoxication.

I'm tryna be high, and I just might

Used heavy substances to avoid feeling pain.

I used to get so f*cked up, I was tryna make my whole heart numb

Slang for being completely out of it; partner thought they were crazy.

I was a gone pecan, my girl look at me like I'm f*cking nuts

Regret over lost time.

Can't believe I wasted so many of my days

Wishing for a complete restart in life.

Wishin' my life was something that could be remade

Living recklessly, close to dying.

Lyin' in the middle of a fine line between life and death

Telling loved ones they're fine while not truly trying.

Lyin' to my people, promisin' that I'll always try my best

Over-the-top issues; problems that feel massive.

To break the thermometer, I got first planet problems

Self-identifying as overlooked but still aiming high.

Pluto boy, the forgotten one, the prodigal son, I'ma walk on the sun

Believing perfection will bring peace.

Like maybe one day I'll be perfect in every way and then I'll feel okay

Feeling life slip by without change.

But every day passes by, I keep on waitin' and waitin' and wastin' away

Dedicated life to the $uicideboy$ identity, now just waiting to die.

Gave up my whole life to $uicide, now I'm just biding my time till the grave

Appreciative of fans' praise, but unsure if it's true.

I'm grateful that people say me and Scrim saved the day, or at least that's what they claim

Can share money, but personal life remains the same.

I can break a hundred for ya, but nothing else has changed

Trapped by identity; fame didn't bring freedom.

Chained to my own name, the key was never fame

Questioning meaning and fate.

What is my purpose? Was all this on purpose?

Believes his stage persona is beyond saving, but someone else deserves redemption.

Ruby can't be saved, but Oddy Nuff, he deserves it

Again, feeling completely hollow inside.

Lately, I been empty as my grave

Tombstone metaphor for emotional weight.

Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name

Overwhelmed by confusion.

Just too many things that don't make sense

Again, questioning relationship priorities.

You tryna be happy or you tryna be right? F*ck

Lean reference (Sprite mixed with codeine).

I'm tryna be high, you can tell by the Sprite

Rolling weed until hands ache.

Yeah, smokin' up on the job, I'm twistin' 'za until my fingers hurt

Appearing to pray, but actually falling asleep from Percocet use.

Thought I was prayin' in church, but nah, I'm nodding off a couple Perc's

Driving a black truck that looks like a funeral car.

TRX all black like it can't wait to be a f*ckin' hearse

Outwardly stylish but inwardly miserable.

I been lookin' my best, but inside, f*ck, I never felt more worse

Taking grandmother's medication without her knowledge.

Stealin' my granny pills, she's going through withdrawals and don't even know it

People doubt his claims of being fine because his behavior says otherwise.

Tell everybody I'm good, but they like, "Huh, you don't speak or show it"

Searching for more places to tattoo; shows apathy.

Lookin' my face in the mirror to see where I can tat, I don't give a f*ck

On psychiatric medication; ejects someone who disturbs his high.

Couple psych meds goin' through my guts, kick a bitch out, f*ckin' with my buzz

Luxury cologne to hide inner decay.

Yeah, sprayin' that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness

From showing off wealth to quietly saving.

Went from flexin' money to stackin' my chips anonymous

Avoiding mortality and obligations; too busy to complain.

Been duckin' death and taxes, I ain't really got time to bitch

Others can't dim his success.

Tryna stop my shine, but no, they never could find the switch

Basketball reference to shooting from anywhere.

I pull up and shoot this bitch from anywhere like Stojakovic

Drugs mixed with biblical reflection.

Pourin' up lean, reading 3:16 in the book of John

Stockpiling ammunition out of fear.

Paranoid, buyin' up ammo, stackin' it in the garage

Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

Throw the threes up, miss the four, just to go five for nine

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Compliment to the producer/mixer "Slick." 
Prediction that the track will be a hit. 
Admitting the other person will hurt them emotionally. 
 
Feeling completely hollow inside, like being dead already. 
A tombstone metaphor - emotional weight tied to death imagery. 
Overwhelmed by confusion about life and situations. 
Questioning if someone values peace or winning arguments more. 
Their focus is on intoxication. 
 
Used heavy substances to avoid feeling pain. 
Slang for being completely out of it; partner thought they were crazy. 
Regret over lost time. 
Wishing for a complete restart in life. 
Living recklessly, close to dying. 
Telling loved ones they're fine while not truly trying. 
Over-the-top issues; problems that feel massive. 
Self-identifying as overlooked but still aiming high. 
Believing perfection will bring peace. 
Feeling life slip by without change. 
Dedicated life to the $uicideboy$ identity, now just waiting to die. 
Appreciative of fans' praise, but unsure if it's true. 
Can share money, but personal life remains the same. 
Trapped by identity; fame didn't bring freedom. 
Questioning meaning and fate. 
Believes his stage persona is beyond saving, but someone else deserves redemption. 
 
Again, feeling completely hollow inside. 
Tombstone metaphor for emotional weight. 
Overwhelmed by confusion. 
Again, questioning relationship priorities. 
Lean reference (Sprite mixed with codeine). 
 
Rolling weed until hands ache. 
Appearing to pray, but actually falling asleep from Percocet use. 
Driving a black truck that looks like a funeral car. 
Outwardly stylish but inwardly miserable. 
Taking grandmother's medication without her knowledge. 
People doubt his claims of being fine because his behavior says otherwise. 
Searching for more places to tattoo; shows apathy. 
On psychiatric medication; ejects someone who disturbs his high. 
Luxury cologne to hide inner decay. 
From showing off wealth to quietly saving. 
Avoiding mortality and obligations; too busy to complain. 
Others can't dim his success. 
Basketball reference to shooting from anywhere. 
Drugs mixed with biblical reflection. 
Stockpiling ammunition out of fear. 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

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(You did good, Slick) 
(It's a Smash) 
You'll end up breakin' my heart 
 
Lately I been empty as my grave 
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name 
Just too many things that don't make sense 
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, huh? 
I'm tryna be high, and I just might 
 
I used to get so f*cked up, I was tryna make my whole heart numb 
I was a gone pecan, my girl look at me like I'm f*cking nuts 
Can't believe I wasted so many of my days 
Wishin' my life was something that could be remade 
Lyin' in the middle of a fine line between life and death 
Lyin' to my people, promisin' that I'll always try my best 
To break the thermometer, I got first planet problems 
Pluto boy, the forgotten one, the prodigal son, I'ma walk on the sun 
Like maybe one day I'll be perfect in every way and then I'll feel okay 
But every day passes by, I keep on waitin' and waitin' and wastin' away 
Gave up my whole life to $uicide, now I'm just biding my time till the grave 
I'm grateful that people say me and Scrim saved the day, or at least that's what they claim 
I can break a hundred for ya, but nothing else has changed 
Chained to my own name, the key was never fame 
What is my purpose? Was all this on purpose? 
Ruby can't be saved, but Oddy Nuff, he deserves it 
 
Lately, I been empty as my grave 
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name 
Just too many things that don't make sense 
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right? F*ck 
I'm tryna be high, you can tell by the Sprite 
 
Yeah, smokin' up on the job, I'm twistin' 'za until my fingers hurt 
Thought I was prayin' in church, but nah, I'm nodding off a couple Perc's 
TRX all black like it can't wait to be a f*ckin' hearse 
I been lookin' my best, but inside, f*ck, I never felt more worse 
Stealin' my granny pills, she's going through withdrawals and don't even know it 
Tell everybody I'm good, but they like, "Huh, you don't speak or show it" 
Lookin' my face in the mirror to see where I can tat, I don't give a f*ck 
Couple psych meds goin' through my guts, kick a bitch out, f*ckin' with my buzz 
Yeah, sprayin' that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness 
Went from flexin' money to stackin' my chips anonymous 
Been duckin' death and taxes, I ain't really got time to bitch 
Tryna stop my shine, but no, they never could find the switch 
I pull up and shoot this bitch from anywhere like Stojakovic 
Pourin' up lean, reading 3:16 in the book of John 
Paranoid, buyin' up ammo, stackin' it in the garage 
Throw the threes up, miss the four, just to go five for nine

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Interpretation

Compliment to the producer/mixer "Slick." 
Prediction that the track will be a hit. 
Admitting the other person will hurt them emotionally. 
 
Feeling completely hollow inside, like being dead already. 
A tombstone metaphor - emotional weight tied to death imagery. 
Overwhelmed by confusion about life and situations. 
Questioning if someone values peace or winning arguments more. 
Their focus is on intoxication. 
 
Used heavy substances to avoid feeling pain. 
Slang for being completely out of it; partner thought they were crazy. 
Regret over lost time. 
Wishing for a complete restart in life. 
Living recklessly, close to dying. 
Telling loved ones they're fine while not truly trying. 
Over-the-top issues; problems that feel massive. 
Self-identifying as overlooked but still aiming high. 
Believing perfection will bring peace. 
Feeling life slip by without change. 
Dedicated life to the $uicideboy$ identity, now just waiting to die. 
Appreciative of fans' praise, but unsure if it's true. 
Can share money, but personal life remains the same. 
Trapped by identity; fame didn't bring freedom. 
Questioning meaning and fate. 
Believes his stage persona is beyond saving, but someone else deserves redemption. 
 
Again, feeling completely hollow inside. 
Tombstone metaphor for emotional weight. 
Overwhelmed by confusion. 
Again, questioning relationship priorities. 
Lean reference (Sprite mixed with codeine). 
 
Rolling weed until hands ache. 
Appearing to pray, but actually falling asleep from Percocet use. 
Driving a black truck that looks like a funeral car. 
Outwardly stylish but inwardly miserable. 
Taking grandmother's medication without her knowledge. 
People doubt his claims of being fine because his behavior says otherwise. 
Searching for more places to tattoo; shows apathy. 
On psychiatric medication; ejects someone who disturbs his high. 
Luxury cologne to hide inner decay. 
From showing off wealth to quietly saving. 
Avoiding mortality and obligations; too busy to complain. 
Others can't dim his success. 
Basketball reference to shooting from anywhere. 
Drugs mixed with biblical reflection. 
Stockpiling ammunition out of fear. 
Refers to the hand signal for G*59, which is triple sixes

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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Chain Breaker

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No one out there can mess with me

No one out there can f*ck wit'

People are always stressed about someone real

Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (you did good, $lick)

(It's a smash) bi-bi-bi-bi

Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

Ayy, ayy, ayy (oh yeah, it's DuckBoy)

Bi-bi-bi-bi

This guy still hasn't figured his life out

It's that motherf*cker, still ain't got his shit together

He's been stuck suffering over the same struggles

Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit

Every day brings a different way to deal with things

Different day, different type of way to play (yeah)

Maybe try to fix things instead of blaming others, or you'll lose your mind

Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane

This isn't a claim, it's a fact, around here we act

Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (ayy)

I hit my vein and collapsed, crack makes it impossible to relax

Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (aah)

I fall down, but I get back up, half an ounce, maybe not enough

I relapse, I bounce back, one half ounce, I doubt that

My goth trap house feels like I'm Count Dracula

Goth traphouse, I'm Count Drac'

Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar

I rapped about it, I live that life

Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (ooh)

I've never been a pop star, you can keep that image

Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

I'll destroy anything that doesn't belong to me

Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that

Pouring gasoline like it's flowing in a stream

Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream

I got tired of chasing dreams and running out of energy

I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam

Pushing my limits and buttons became my routine

Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme

I'm the 7th Ward Lord, my long sword drawn

7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath

Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (brr)

Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a Tide stick (grr)

Slurring through the night, moving through this place like Biden

Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden (trash)

Controlling the waves like Poseidon, had to tattoo the trident

Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (okay, let's go)

Killing like it's a chaotic game

Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (grr)

Some days I feel suicidal, other days I feel strong

Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (ah-ah)

I increased my meds, but I seem to be improving

I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'

My car wrecks like a bowling ball at intersections

Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (baow, baow, baow)

Charizard Lambo, loud and flashy

Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (brr)

With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh

Turn me up like Sambo (turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (what?)

The whole crew crashes, ready for anything

Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (rrr-rrah)

I've done more for others than they've done for themselves

Did more for more motherf*ckers than they did for themselves (north)

Courtside troublemaker, talking with the team

Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the Pels (side)

Those guys aren't on top unless they sabotage themselves

Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (haha)

Grey59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell

Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

Bi-bi-bi-bi

Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

Bi-bi-bi-bi

Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

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No one out there can mess with me 
People are always stressed about someone real 
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This guy still hasn't figured his life out 
He's been stuck suffering over the same struggles 
Every day brings a different way to deal with things 
Maybe try to fix things instead of blaming others, or you'll lose your mind 
This isn't a claim, it's a fact, around here we act 
I hit my vein and collapsed, crack makes it impossible to relax 
I fall down, but I get back up, half an ounce, maybe not enough 
My goth trap house feels like I'm Count Dracula 
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I rapped about it, I live that life 
I've never been a pop star, you can keep that image 
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I'll destroy anything that doesn't belong to me 
Pouring gasoline like it's flowing in a stream 
I got tired of chasing dreams and running out of energy 
Pushing my limits and buttons became my routine 
I'm the 7th Ward Lord, my long sword drawn 
 
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Slurring through the night, moving through this place like Biden 
Controlling the waves like Poseidon, had to tattoo the trident 
Killing like it's a chaotic game 
Some days I feel suicidal, other days I feel strong 
I increased my meds, but I seem to be improving 
My car wrecks like a bowling ball at intersections 
Charizard Lambo, loud and flashy 
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The whole crew crashes, ready for anything 
I've done more for others than they've done for themselves 
Courtside troublemaker, talking with the team 
Those guys aren't on top unless they sabotage themselves 
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English

No one out there can f*ck wit' 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (you did good, $lick) 
(It's a smash) bi-bi-bi-bi 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one 
Ayy, ayy, ayy (oh yeah, it's DuckBoy) 
Bi-bi-bi-bi 
 
It's that motherf*cker, still ain't got his shit together 
Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit 
Different day, different type of way to play (yeah) 
Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane 
Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (ayy) 
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (aah) 
I relapse, I bounce back, one half ounce, I doubt that 
Goth traphouse, I'm Count Drac' 
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar 
Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (ooh) 
Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat 
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah 
Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that 
Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream 
I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam 
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme 
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath 
 
Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (brr) 
Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a Tide stick (grr) 
Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden (trash) 
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (okay, let's go) 
Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (grr) 
Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (ah-ah) 
I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin' 
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (baow, baow, baow) 
Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (brr) 
With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh 
Turn me up like Sambo (turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (what?) 
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (rrr-rrah) 
Did more for more motherf*ckers than they did for themselves (north) 
Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the Pels (side) 
Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (haha) 
Grey59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell 
 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one 
Bi-bi-bi-bi 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one 
Bi-bi-bi-bi 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one 
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

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No one out there can mess with me 
People are always stressed about someone real 
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This guy still hasn't figured his life out 
He's been stuck suffering over the same struggles 
Every day brings a different way to deal with things 
Maybe try to fix things instead of blaming others, or you'll lose your mind 
This isn't a claim, it's a fact, around here we act 
I hit my vein and collapsed, crack makes it impossible to relax 
I fall down, but I get back up, half an ounce, maybe not enough 
My goth trap house feels like I'm Count Dracula 
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I rapped about it, I live that life 
I've never been a pop star, you can keep that image 
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I'll destroy anything that doesn't belong to me 
Pouring gasoline like it's flowing in a stream 
I got tired of chasing dreams and running out of energy 
Pushing my limits and buttons became my routine 
I'm the 7th Ward Lord, my long sword drawn 
 
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Slurring through the night, moving through this place like Biden 
Controlling the waves like Poseidon, had to tattoo the trident 
Killing like it's a chaotic game 
Some days I feel suicidal, other days I feel strong 
I increased my meds, but I seem to be improving 
My car wrecks like a bowling ball at intersections 
Charizard Lambo, loud and flashy 
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The whole crew crashes, ready for anything 
I've done more for others than they've done for themselves 
Courtside troublemaker, talking with the team 
Those guys aren't on top unless they sabotage themselves 
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Now and at the Hour of Our Death

[ Featuring BONES ]

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North, north (you did good, $lick)

Northside, northside

Northside, northside (it's a smash)

Northside, northside

North, north

Northside, northside

Moving with a threatening energy, causing damage

Creep with the tone, I'm breakin' bones

Driving a luxurious, solid car

Marble Caddy, ridin' stone

His car is flashy and armed

I-I'm fulla chrome

Consuming something harmful, possibly alcohol or drugs

I'm sippin' that poison out the 'foam

Coming from Lacombe, his origin

Straight out Lacombe

Taking revenge on those who hurt him

Beatin' 'em like they did me wrong

Enjoying the chaos and action

This shit just fun

Using substances with a strong, foul odor

I-I'm smokin' on shit that smell like body rot (body rot)

Holding a weapon and taking action decisively

I'm grippin' that heart stopper, choppin' 'em down like bop, bop, bop

Disputing others' gang claims

Claimin' they gang, I'm like, "What the f*ck? Oh nah-nah-nah"

Scarecrow is one of Scrim's aliases

It's a bird? It's a plane? It's $carecrow (run)

Marked by violence or intent to kill

Yeah, homicide painted on my eyes (north)

Raised among addicts or dangerous people

I come from fiends (north)

Feeling punished or trapped in his environment

Crucify me in the north (northside), nailed to the trees (northside)

This is a reference to the movie Constantine where Keanu plays a demon hunter

Light a cig and go to hell (northside), Keanu Reeves (north, north)

Believing his actions follow destiny

A prophet, my scripts get fulfilled like prophecies, yeah (northside)

Driving carefully in dark cars

Swervin' (northside), matte black Rovers

Rejecting sobriety, using substances

F*ck bein' sober (northside)

Acknowledging family trauma and instability

Daddy was a psycho and my momma bipolar (northside, northside)

G-R-E-Y

Feeling unstable or emotional

F*ck, I'm losin' my composure (northside)

Seeking revenge or violent action

Been fiendin' for that bloodshed, what the f*ck's the hold up? (northside)

Ignoring critics and acting

All they talk is "Shoulda, coulda," me? I'ma air it out (northside)

Being ruthless toward enemies

If it's war with me, I'm killing everything they care about (northside)

No mercy

If it's war with me, there ain't shit I'm being fair about (northside)

His crew is ready to destroy opposition

G, the 5, the 9, we pullin' up just to tear it down (northside)

Destroy it

Tear it down

7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy

Holding a Juul (e-cig) while struggling to sleep

Gripping a jewel, tryna fall asleep

Life is harsh and constantly bothering

Cruel life usually haunting me

Kicking the stool is a reference to suicide by hanging

Kick the stool, I'll pick the drool

Displaying pain or scars during the holiday season

Come Yuletide, flaunt my gauze and bleed

Symbolic of burden, responsibility, or faith

The cross the key

Maintaining confidence while feeling directionless

But the boss in me keeps saucin', lost 'til spring

Feeling damaged, burdened, and indulging in substances

Rotten, broken, overloaded, loafin', overdosin'

Facing challenges without reward

I'll go kick rocks for free

Possibly

Using drugs or staying unstoppable

Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm poppin' lots of things

Addiction, consequences, and attempts at growth

Dope head overgrown, I sold my soul and planted Roxy seeds

Testing self, staying truthful

Waterboard my faith without a trace, I'm proppin' honesty

Feeling damaged, hopeless, and persistent

Broken, chosen, chokin', soakin', hopeless my aroma

Acknowledging repeated mistakes

I f*ck up constantly

Carrying burdens across distances, handling them well

Cross country, where I dragged my woes, I did it flawlessly (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)

Cautiously

Dealing with discomfort and sickness

'Cause I'm always fighting off that nausea G (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy, chase)

Claiming what belongs to him by any means

Stake my claim, lawful or unlawfully (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)

Demanding respect and space

Claim what's mine, now get out that f*cking gorgeous Jeep (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)

Approaching seriously, prepared for conflict, a reference to the Sopranos

I'm coming heavy, like season five Gandolfini (7th Ward), I'm ready (huh, ooh)

Making a dark metaphor for thoughts spilling, showing pettiness

Head leaking spaghetti (7th Ward) bolognese, I can be petty (huh, huh)

Maintaining control while moving

Hold the Chevy steady (7th Ward), while we whip it 'round the levee

Handling weapons decisively

Choppin' blades like a machete (7th Ward)

Warning others, chaos will follow

Don't tempt me, this shit get messy (hmm)

Fully armed and dangerous

Locked and f*ckin' loaded, yeah, this AR ain't no semi (this AR ain't no semi)

Mentally overwhelmed

Head is never empty, got a thousand thoughts too many (got a thousand thoughts too many)

Reflecting on past struggles

They used to call us edgy, back when we was pinchin' pennies (back when we was pinchin' pennies)

Now successful, still facing jealousy, and taking action

Nowadays, we got full bellies, stay fighting off all the envy, tear it down

TeamSESH is a collective and label founded by Bones

SESH

Being seen as dangerous or untouchable

It's the one that they callin' dead

Facing threats or violence

.38 pressed against my head

Feeling dizzy, anger rising

Spinnin' and spinnin' 'til I see red

Receiving or dodging gunfire

Flea flicker, I'm catchin' lead

Feeling absent or detached

Physically, mentally MIA

Wishing it were just imagination

Wishin' it all was in my head

Haunted by the past

Shadows, they follow me

Feeling crushed

Ceiling, it fall on me

Obsessing over past words

Trippin', remembering what you said

Avoiding danger, maneuvering carefully

I'ma hit the curb, the curb

Showing skill and caution

Watch how I swerve and swerve

People talk recklessly

These bitches love to run they mouth

Not impressed with their audacity

They got some nerve, some nerve

BONES is from Howell, Michigan, where the area code is 517

It's that 5-1-7 legend

People rely on him

I'm the one that they call upon

Prepared for action or self-protection

Razor in my palm with a rag full of chloroform

Indifferent to how others mourn

On the day that I die, don't cry for me, ho

Wanting a dramatic or ironic treatment in death

Cover me in diamonds, throw my body in the trash

This is a graveyard exclusive

What? What?

Quick violent action, moving fast

I push the 9 milli' lick 'em, I stick 'em, I gotta go

Expressing a dangerous mentality

Inside the mind of the sickest, and wickedest on the flow

Threats or warning

$uicide, deadboy, FN at your head, boy

Carrying guns in a tense environment

Metal detectors goin' off, when we stepped in with lead toys

Violence resulting in death

It go bang, it go boom, now his birthday on a tomb

Witnesses reporting, he responds ruthlessly

Family cryin', droppin' dimes, I'm givin' you hoes the blue's

Staying low while using drugs

Head down when I'm 'round, rollin', smokin' out the pound

Destruction is inevitable

You can run, you can hide, all we ever do is tear that bitch down

Tear it down, tear it down

Tear it down, tear it down (f*ck the state, f*ck the law, motherf*ck a leader)

Tear it down, tear it down

Tear it down, tear it down (we 'bout to turn this bitch up, and blow the f*ckin' speakers)

Tear it down, tear it down

Tear it down, tear it down (f*ck your feelings, f*ck your ego, motherf*ck your pride)

Tear it down, tear it down

Tear it down, tear it down (bitch, it's Grey59 'til we f*ckin' die)

Tear it down

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Moving with a threatening energy, causing damage 
Driving a luxurious, solid car 
His car is flashy and armed 
Consuming something harmful, possibly alcohol or drugs 
Coming from Lacombe, his origin 
Taking revenge on those who hurt him 
Enjoying the chaos and action 
Using substances with a strong, foul odor 
Holding a weapon and taking action decisively 
Disputing others' gang claims 
Scarecrow is one of Scrim's aliases 
Marked by violence or intent to kill 
Raised among addicts or dangerous people 
Feeling punished or trapped in his environment 
This is a reference to the movie Constantine where Keanu plays a demon hunter 
Believing his actions follow destiny 
Driving carefully in dark cars 
Rejecting sobriety, using substances 
Acknowledging family trauma and instability 
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Feeling unstable or emotional 
Seeking revenge or violent action 
Ignoring critics and acting 
Being ruthless toward enemies 
No mercy 
His crew is ready to destroy opposition 
Destroy it 
 
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Holding a Juul (e-cig) while struggling to sleep 
Life is harsh and constantly bothering 
Kicking the stool is a reference to suicide by hanging 
Displaying pain or scars during the holiday season 
Symbolic of burden, responsibility, or faith 
Maintaining confidence while feeling directionless 
Feeling damaged, burdened, and indulging in substances 
Facing challenges without reward 
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Using drugs or staying unstoppable 
Addiction, consequences, and attempts at growth 
Testing self, staying truthful 
Feeling damaged, hopeless, and persistent 
Acknowledging repeated mistakes 
Carrying burdens across distances, handling them well 
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Dealing with discomfort and sickness 
Claiming what belongs to him by any means 
Demanding respect and space 
Approaching seriously, prepared for conflict, a reference to the Sopranos 
Making a dark metaphor for thoughts spilling, showing pettiness 
Maintaining control while moving 
Handling weapons decisively 
Warning others, chaos will follow 
Fully armed and dangerous 
Mentally overwhelmed 
Reflecting on past struggles 
Now successful, still facing jealousy, and taking action 
 
TeamSESH is a collective and label founded by Bones 
 
Being seen as dangerous or untouchable 
Facing threats or violence 
Feeling dizzy, anger rising 
Receiving or dodging gunfire 
Feeling absent or detached 
Wishing it were just imagination 
Haunted by the past 
Feeling crushed 
Obsessing over past words 
Avoiding danger, maneuvering carefully 
Showing skill and caution 
People talk recklessly 
Not impressed with their audacity 
BONES is from Howell, Michigan, where the area code is 517 
People rely on him 
Prepared for action or self-protection 
Indifferent to how others mourn 
Wanting a dramatic or ironic treatment in death 
 
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Quick violent action, moving fast 
Expressing a dangerous mentality 
Threats or warning 
Carrying guns in a tense environment 
Violence resulting in death 
Witnesses reporting, he responds ruthlessly 
Staying low while using drugs 
Destruction is inevitable 
 
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English

North, north (you did good, $lick) 
Northside, northside 
Northside, northside (it's a smash) 
Northside, northside 
North, north 
Northside, northside 
Northside, northside 
Northside, northside 
 
Creep with the tone, I'm breakin' bones 
Marble Caddy, ridin' stone 
I-I'm fulla chrome 
I'm sippin' that poison out the 'foam 
Straight out Lacombe 
Beatin' 'em like they did me wrong 
This shit just fun 
I-I'm smokin' on shit that smell like body rot (body rot) 
I'm grippin' that heart stopper, choppin' 'em down like bop, bop, bop 
Claimin' they gang, I'm like, "What the f*ck? Oh nah-nah-nah" 
It's a bird? It's a plane? It's $carecrow (run) 
Yeah, homicide painted on my eyes (north) 
I come from fiends (north) 
Crucify me in the north (northside), nailed to the trees (northside) 
Light a cig and go to hell (northside), Keanu Reeves (north, north) 
A prophet, my scripts get fulfilled like prophecies, yeah (northside) 
Swervin' (northside), matte black Rovers 
F*ck bein' sober (northside) 
Daddy was a psycho and my momma bipolar (northside, northside) 
G-R-E-Y 
F*ck, I'm losin' my composure (northside) 
Been fiendin' for that bloodshed, what the f*ck's the hold up? (northside) 
All they talk is "Shoulda, coulda," me? I'ma air it out (northside) 
If it's war with me, I'm killing everything they care about (northside) 
If it's war with me, there ain't shit I'm being fair about (northside) 
G, the 5, the 9, we pullin' up just to tear it down (northside) 
Tear it down 
 
7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy 
 
Gripping a jewel, tryna fall asleep 
Cruel life usually haunting me 
Kick the stool, I'll pick the drool 
Come Yuletide, flaunt my gauze and bleed 
The cross the key 
But the boss in me keeps saucin', lost 'til spring 
Rotten, broken, overloaded, loafin', overdosin' 
I'll go kick rocks for free 
Possibly 
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm poppin' lots of things 
Dope head overgrown, I sold my soul and planted Roxy seeds 
Waterboard my faith without a trace, I'm proppin' honesty 
Broken, chosen, chokin', soakin', hopeless my aroma 
I f*ck up constantly 
Cross country, where I dragged my woes, I did it flawlessly (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy) 
Cautiously 
'Cause I'm always fighting off that nausea G (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy, chase) 
Stake my claim, lawful or unlawfully (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy) 
Claim what's mine, now get out that f*cking gorgeous Jeep (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy) 
I'm coming heavy, like season five Gandolfini (7th Ward), I'm ready (huh, ooh) 
Head leaking spaghetti (7th Ward) bolognese, I can be petty (huh, huh) 
Hold the Chevy steady (7th Ward), while we whip it 'round the levee 
Choppin' blades like a machete (7th Ward) 
Don't tempt me, this shit get messy (hmm) 
Locked and f*ckin' loaded, yeah, this AR ain't no semi (this AR ain't no semi) 
Head is never empty, got a thousand thoughts too many (got a thousand thoughts too many) 
They used to call us edgy, back when we was pinchin' pennies (back when we was pinchin' pennies) 
Nowadays, we got full bellies, stay fighting off all the envy, tear it down 
 
SESH 
 
It's the one that they callin' dead 
.38 pressed against my head 
Spinnin' and spinnin' 'til I see red 
Flea flicker, I'm catchin' lead 
Physically, mentally MIA 
Wishin' it all was in my head 
Shadows, they follow me 
Ceiling, it fall on me 
Trippin', remembering what you said 
I'ma hit the curb, the curb 
Watch how I swerve and swerve 
These bitches love to run they mouth 
They got some nerve, some nerve 
It's that 5-1-7 legend 
I'm the one that they call upon 
Razor in my palm with a rag full of chloroform 
On the day that I die, don't cry for me, ho 
Cover me in diamonds, throw my body in the trash 
 
This is a graveyard exclusive 
What? What? 
 
I push the 9 milli' lick 'em, I stick 'em, I gotta go 
Inside the mind of the sickest, and wickedest on the flow 
$uicide, deadboy, FN at your head, boy 
Metal detectors goin' off, when we stepped in with lead toys 
It go bang, it go boom, now his birthday on a tomb 
Family cryin', droppin' dimes, I'm givin' you hoes the blue's 
Head down when I'm 'round, rollin', smokin' out the pound 
You can run, you can hide, all we ever do is tear that bitch down 
 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down (f*ck the state, f*ck the law, motherf*ck a leader) 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down (we 'bout to turn this bitch up, and blow the f*ckin' speakers) 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down (f*ck your feelings, f*ck your ego, motherf*ck your pride) 
Tear it down, tear it down 
Tear it down, tear it down (bitch, it's Grey59 'til we f*ckin' die) 
Tear it down

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Moving with a threatening energy, causing damage 
Driving a luxurious, solid car 
His car is flashy and armed 
Consuming something harmful, possibly alcohol or drugs 
Coming from Lacombe, his origin 
Taking revenge on those who hurt him 
Enjoying the chaos and action 
Using substances with a strong, foul odor 
Holding a weapon and taking action decisively 
Disputing others' gang claims 
Scarecrow is one of Scrim's aliases 
Marked by violence or intent to kill 
Raised among addicts or dangerous people 
Feeling punished or trapped in his environment 
This is a reference to the movie Constantine where Keanu plays a demon hunter 
Believing his actions follow destiny 
Driving carefully in dark cars 
Rejecting sobriety, using substances 
Acknowledging family trauma and instability 
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Feeling unstable or emotional 
Seeking revenge or violent action 
Ignoring critics and acting 
Being ruthless toward enemies 
No mercy 
His crew is ready to destroy opposition 
Destroy it 
 
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Holding a Juul (e-cig) while struggling to sleep 
Life is harsh and constantly bothering 
Kicking the stool is a reference to suicide by hanging 
Displaying pain or scars during the holiday season 
Symbolic of burden, responsibility, or faith 
Maintaining confidence while feeling directionless 
Feeling damaged, burdened, and indulging in substances 
Facing challenges without reward 
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Using drugs or staying unstoppable 
Addiction, consequences, and attempts at growth 
Testing self, staying truthful 
Feeling damaged, hopeless, and persistent 
Acknowledging repeated mistakes 
Carrying burdens across distances, handling them well 
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Dealing with discomfort and sickness 
Claiming what belongs to him by any means 
Demanding respect and space 
Approaching seriously, prepared for conflict, a reference to the Sopranos 
Making a dark metaphor for thoughts spilling, showing pettiness 
Maintaining control while moving 
Handling weapons decisively 
Warning others, chaos will follow 
Fully armed and dangerous 
Mentally overwhelmed 
Reflecting on past struggles 
Now successful, still facing jealousy, and taking action 
 
TeamSESH is a collective and label founded by Bones 
 
Being seen as dangerous or untouchable 
Facing threats or violence 
Feeling dizzy, anger rising 
Receiving or dodging gunfire 
Feeling absent or detached 
Wishing it were just imagination 
Haunted by the past 
Feeling crushed 
Obsessing over past words 
Avoiding danger, maneuvering carefully 
Showing skill and caution 
People talk recklessly 
Not impressed with their audacity 
BONES is from Howell, Michigan, where the area code is 517 
People rely on him 
Prepared for action or self-protection 
Indifferent to how others mourn 
Wanting a dramatic or ironic treatment in death 
 
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Quick violent action, moving fast 
Expressing a dangerous mentality 
Threats or warning 
Carrying guns in a tense environment 
Violence resulting in death 
Witnesses reporting, he responds ruthlessly 
Staying low while using drugs 
Destruction is inevitable 
 
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F*ck The Population is a streetwear clothing brand owned by Zac Clark and is known for its controversial designs

(This was made exclusively for FTP)

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Budd Dwyer, also known as Scrim's producer tag.

You don't f*ckin' know me, bitch (pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)

I'm tired of all these dudes

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Hmm, man, f*ck your homies

(Ayy, haha)

Shut the f*ck up and listen

(Ayy)

G59, (meaning G59 Records) is the record label that licenses his albums

Five to the nine to the grey, such a clan of mistakes

Acknowledges past suicide attempts as a way to escape life's pressures

I tried taking my life as a plan to escape

Never expected financial success

Never planned to get paid

Yet now he laughs maniacally at his wealth

All this cash in the bank got me laughin' maniacally

Gas in the tank, no more askin', "Please hire me"

Beggin', "Don't fire me, sir, I'm so sorry I'm late"

Now I am late when I wanna be, so I'm gonna be late

What the f*ck's my name? I forgot it

What day is today? Drugs prey on my brain

Can't stop it, keep on poppin'

"Oddy changed after the fame"

Hahaha, bitch, I'm still the same piece of shit that you ignored in college

Yah, yah, yah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I swear to God, I hate every single one of you motherf*ckers

(Second world, ahh)

Ayy, ayy

Uses substances to numb pain, drowning emotions in alcohol

Double cup, drownin' my hurt (ah)

F*ck The Population is a streetwear clothing brand

FTP all on my shirt (ah)

Acknowledges need for painkillers to cope with reality

Told Zac', "I need me a Perc'" (ah)

Compares his movement to Captain Kirk from Star Trek- speed and authority

Starship, I'm whippin' like Kirk (ah)

References possible stimulant use, highlighting chaotic energy

Might be off Addy and Xan (ah)

Asserts loyalty to his crew (G*59), creating a sense of belonging

G*59 be the clan (ah)

Reflects family patterns of substance use, acknowledging inherited habits

Chew all my pills like my dad (ah)

Reckless bravado, sexual and aggressive, showing rebellion

Grab my dick, "He-He," I'm bad (ah)

Rejects societal labels, embracing identity as a drug user

F*ck a stigma, I'm a drug addict

Critiques and mocks political or social systems, showing distrust and disillusionment

Mind missin' like Trump ballots

Actions and possessions symbolize power and chaos

Empty the jacket out the ratchet

President Obama was criticized in 2016 for a cash payment of 400 million dollars to Iran.

More guns than Barack's pallets

Mind missin' like, "Hey, found it"

I'm too foul like, "Hey, count it"

Shouting "Grey" represents identity, pride, and compares it to a tic

Shoutin' "Grey" like I'm autistic

Extremes of intoxication lead to defying natural laws and limitations

So high, broke the laws of physics

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G59, (meaning G59 Records) is the record label that licenses his albums 
Acknowledges past suicide attempts as a way to escape life's pressures 
Never expected financial success 
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Uses substances to numb pain, drowning emotions in alcohol 
F*ck The Population is a streetwear clothing brand 
Acknowledges need for painkillers to cope with reality 
Compares his movement to Captain Kirk from Star Trek- speed and authority 
References possible stimulant use, highlighting chaotic energy 
Asserts loyalty to his crew (G*59), creating a sense of belonging 
Reflects family patterns of substance use, acknowledging inherited habits 
Reckless bravado, sexual and aggressive, showing rebellion 
Rejects societal labels, embracing identity as a drug user 
Critiques and mocks political or social systems, showing distrust and disillusionment 
Actions and possessions symbolize power and chaos 
President Obama was criticized in 2016 for a cash payment of 400 million dollars to Iran. 
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Shouting "Grey" represents identity, pride, and compares it to a tic 
Extremes of intoxication lead to defying natural laws and limitations

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English

(This was made exclusively for FTP) 
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby 
You don't f*ckin' know me, bitch (pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer) 
I'm tired of all these dudes 
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 
Hmm, man, f*ck your homies 
(Ayy, haha) 
Shut the f*ck up and listen 
(Ayy) 
 
Five to the nine to the grey, such a clan of mistakes 
I tried taking my life as a plan to escape 
Never planned to get paid 
All this cash in the bank got me laughin' maniacally 
Gas in the tank, no more askin', "Please hire me" 
Beggin', "Don't fire me, sir, I'm so sorry I'm late" 
Now I am late when I wanna be, so I'm gonna be late 
What the f*ck's my name? I forgot it 
What day is today? Drugs prey on my brain 
Can't stop it, keep on poppin' 
"Oddy changed after the fame" 
Hahaha, bitch, I'm still the same piece of shit that you ignored in college 
Yah, yah, yah 
 
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 
I swear to God, I hate every single one of you motherf*ckers 
(Second world, ahh) 
Ayy, ayy 
 
Double cup, drownin' my hurt (ah) 
FTP all on my shirt (ah) 
Told Zac', "I need me a Perc'" (ah) 
Starship, I'm whippin' like Kirk (ah) 
Might be off Addy and Xan (ah) 
G*59 be the clan (ah) 
Chew all my pills like my dad (ah) 
Grab my dick, "He-He," I'm bad (ah) 
F*ck a stigma, I'm a drug addict 
Mind missin' like Trump ballots 
Empty the jacket out the ratchet 
More guns than Barack's pallets 
Mind missin' like, "Hey, found it" 
I'm too foul like, "Hey, count it" 
Shoutin' "Grey" like I'm autistic 
So high, broke the laws of physics

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F*ck The Population is a streetwear clothing brand owned by Zac Clark and is known for its controversial designs 
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Budd Dwyer, also known as Scrim's producer tag. 
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G59, (meaning G59 Records) is the record label that licenses his albums 
Acknowledges past suicide attempts as a way to escape life's pressures 
Never expected financial success 
Yet now he laughs maniacally at his wealth 
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Uses substances to numb pain, drowning emotions in alcohol 
F*ck The Population is a streetwear clothing brand 
Acknowledges need for painkillers to cope with reality 
Compares his movement to Captain Kirk from Star Trek- speed and authority 
References possible stimulant use, highlighting chaotic energy 
Asserts loyalty to his crew (G*59), creating a sense of belonging 
Reflects family patterns of substance use, acknowledging inherited habits 
Reckless bravado, sexual and aggressive, showing rebellion 
Rejects societal labels, embracing identity as a drug user 
Critiques and mocks political or social systems, showing distrust and disillusionment 
Actions and possessions symbolize power and chaos 
President Obama was criticized in 2016 for a cash payment of 400 million dollars to Iran. 
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Shouting "Grey" represents identity, pride, and compares it to a tic 
Extremes of intoxication lead to defying natural laws and limitations

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GREY+GREY+GREY

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(Players) 
(Pla-players, players) 
(It's a smash) 
(You did good, $lick) 
Slicky the $loth, North 
East Bloc 
Ahh, you dig? 
 
You can take me out the North, but can't take the North up outta me 
Type of motherf*cker that they used to give lobotomies 
Neurologically, I'm too dead to give apologies 
Made this shit from nothin', bitch, I piss on your astrology 
Who the f*ck brought this ho and why she talking 'bout astrology? 
(Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out) 
Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin', tweakin' up off that woo-woo 
I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo 
Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu 
Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo 
A Prezzi is a Rolex Presidential watch. Feels bold and fearless like Teddy Roosevelt.
I'm up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt 
Swallowin' pills, yeah, I been livin' like I can't wait to go to Hell 
Where the competition? 
Uh-huh, that's what I thought, now listen 
Just shoot, don't care who I'm hittin' 
F*ckin' right, I'm f*cked up, probably as bad as our shippin' 
Just wanna see 'em bleed, disease the industry 
They gon' see the end before they see the end of me 
 
Hoppin' out the f*ckin' porch, I stepped into a crime scene 
St. Bernard Boulevard is a street in New Orleans, LA. where he witnessed a lot crime
St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I've seen, I need some Visine 
Created a f*ckin' nightmare while pursuin' all of my dreams 
Hidin' from the high beams, in the shadows lackin' glycine 
Trappin' out the shotgun, paranoia's not fun 
Pace around my house at night strapped, I'm ready for problems 
Oh, you got one? Ain't never seen you step up 
Caught you sobbin' 'til the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done 
Gators lurkin', caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin 
Haters smirkin', caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin' 
I hook 'em like I'm made of verses, plague returnin' curses 
To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I'mma make mistakes on purpose 
Uh, ten years and runnin' 
Uh, ten years and gunnin' 
Grind 59 'til their faces turn grey 
Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves 
 
F*ckin' with that Grey 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me 
F*ckin' with that straight 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me 
F*ckin' with that straight 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me

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A Prezzi is a Rolex Presidential watch. Feels bold and fearless like Teddy Roosevelt. 







 

St. Bernard Boulevard is a street in New Orleans, LA. where he witnessed a lot crime 














 





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English

(Players) 
(Pla-players, players) 
(It's a smash) 
(You did good, $lick) 
Slicky the $loth, North 
East Bloc 
Ahh, you dig? 
 
You can take me out the North, but can't take the North up outta me 
Type of motherf*cker that they used to give lobotomies 
Neurologically, I'm too dead to give apologies 
Made this shit from nothin', bitch, I piss on your astrology 
Who the f*ck brought this ho and why she talking 'bout astrology? 
(Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out) 
Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin', tweakin' up off that woo-woo 
I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo 
Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu 
Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo 
I'm up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt 
Swallowin' pills, yeah, I been livin' like I can't wait to go to Hell 
Where the competition? 
Uh-huh, that's what I thought, now listen 
Just shoot, don't care who I'm hittin' 
F*ckin' right, I'm f*cked up, probably as bad as our shippin' 
Just wanna see 'em bleed, disease the industry 
They gon' see the end before they see the end of me 
 
Hoppin' out the f*ckin' porch, I stepped into a crime scene 
St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I've seen, I need some Visine 
Created a f*ckin' nightmare while pursuin' all of my dreams 
Hidin' from the high beams, in the shadows lackin' glycine 
Trappin' out the shotgun, paranoia's not fun 
Pace around my house at night strapped, I'm ready for problems 
Oh, you got one? Ain't never seen you step up 
Caught you sobbin' 'til the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done 
Gators lurkin', caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin 
Haters smirkin', caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin' 
I hook 'em like I'm made of verses, plague returnin' curses 
To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I'mma make mistakes on purpose 
Uh, ten years and runnin' 
Uh, ten years and gunnin' 
Grind 59 'til their faces turn grey 
Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves 
 
F*ckin' with that Grey 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me 
F*ckin' with that straight 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me 
F*ckin' with that straight 59, should know that you gon' die with me 
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me

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A Prezzi is a Rolex Presidential watch. Feels bold and fearless like Teddy Roosevelt. 







 

St. Bernard Boulevard is a street in New Orleans, LA. where he witnessed a lot crime 














 





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Carried Away

        [ Featuring Night Lovell ]
    

(You did good, $lick) 
(It's a Smash) 
 
I'm just a bad guy havin' a good day 
A fellow sinner? I didn't catch your name 
Always quicksaving the game, no I never pay to play, but I'll gladly play if it means I get paid 
Lay me to rest, 59 vest on my chest and the rest you can throw it away 
Leave your things behind, taking my time to unwind 
Gotta keep an eye on the approaching grave 
Which I low-key crave 
Hopin' you don't know me, only show me love when I been choking 
Proceed to the old me, quote me dosing up instead of coping 
Say what I'm supposed to say, how far am I supposed to stray? 
Until I feel strained enough to smoke the tray? 
Yeah, yeah, uh 
I'ma pull up with all kinda dirt, stained up on my face 
You be pullin' on your mama's skirt, askin' to be saved 
I been feelin' all kind of hurt since I was a baby 
There was trauma in the titty milk, you wonder why I'm crazy? 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got this- 
 
Tell me what these motherf*ckers know 
Out of the womb, full of motherf*ckin' dope 
Cancer alley, what the f*ck is there to hope? 
I'm beggin' for my dad while he beggin' for a dose 
Heart to hearts, with my mama doin' coke 
Family bond made up of chemicals 
Hide the chains, before they go and melt the gold 
There's pits in my soul, where I can't even go 
Dead dirt, where the seeds never grow 
"Pull the trigger, boy, go on, let it blow" 
Where the voice comin' from? I don't know 
"And I ain't stop it 'til this motherf*cking brains on the floor" 
Ayy, smokin' like I'm gettin' high for a livin' 
Enzymes gettin' high up on my liver 
On a legendary run for a sinner 
Underground Hans Zimmer, I'm a, yeah, pull up 
I'ma die with my head up even when there's no hope 
Hands always with the set up so much, they think my fingers broke 
This for all my f*ckin' people in pain, huggin' fans, begging her to not cut herself again 
They don't f*ckin' understand what this shit come with 
So please f*ck off 'til the Xanax hit 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got this- 
 
Tryna find love, oh, can I? 
Stuck in a box, oh shit 
Tryna find a way through life, oh, can I? 
But every time I take another hit 
Send the f*ckin' money to the 003 
Run through hoes in the 613 
All-black G 63 
You cannot take my key 
Y'all bitches ain't my type 
I ain't tryna wife, but your ass, I like 
Niggas know Lovell 'cause that boy got ties 
Yeah, y'all know I'm never gon' die 
Made it halfway, but at least I tried 
Money on my head, but I'm never gon' hide 
Take it off, bitch, let me see 
The pussy pink like Toosie 
You cannot kill me, bwoy 
When I speak, it's murder 
Better start wishin', bwoy 
Just like Timmy Turner 
Leave your ass missin', bwoy 
Throw the f*ckin' burner 
Carried away, bitch, I'm trippin' 
Carried away 'cause I'm sinnin' 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene

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(You did good, $lick) 
(It's a Smash) 
 
I'm just a bad guy havin' a good day 
A fellow sinner? I didn't catch your name 
Always quicksaving the game, no I never pay to play, but I'll gladly play if it means I get paid 
Lay me to rest, 59 vest on my chest and the rest you can throw it away 
Leave your things behind, taking my time to unwind 
Gotta keep an eye on the approaching grave 
Which I low-key crave 
Hopin' you don't know me, only show me love when I been choking 
Proceed to the old me, quote me dosing up instead of coping 
Say what I'm supposed to say, how far am I supposed to stray? 
Until I feel strained enough to smoke the tray? 
Yeah, yeah, uh 
I'ma pull up with all kinda dirt, stained up on my face 
You be pullin' on your mama's skirt, askin' to be saved 
I been feelin' all kind of hurt since I was a baby 
There was trauma in the titty milk, you wonder why I'm crazy? 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got this- 
 
Tell me what these motherf*ckers know 
Out of the womb, full of motherf*ckin' dope 
Cancer alley, what the f*ck is there to hope? 
I'm beggin' for my dad while he beggin' for a dose 
Heart to hearts, with my mama doin' coke 
Family bond made up of chemicals 
Hide the chains, before they go and melt the gold 
There's pits in my soul, where I can't even go 
Dead dirt, where the seeds never grow 
"Pull the trigger, boy, go on, let it blow" 
Where the voice comin' from? I don't know 
"And I ain't stop it 'til this motherf*cking brains on the floor" 
Ayy, smokin' like I'm gettin' high for a livin' 
Enzymes gettin' high up on my liver 
On a legendary run for a sinner 
Underground Hans Zimmer, I'm a, yeah, pull up 
I'ma die with my head up even when there's no hope 
Hands always with the set up so much, they think my fingers broke 
This for all my f*ckin' people in pain, huggin' fans, begging her to not cut herself again 
They don't f*ckin' understand what this shit come with 
So please f*ck off 'til the Xanax hit 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got this- 
 
Tryna find love, oh, can I? 
Stuck in a box, oh shit 
Tryna find a way through life, oh, can I? 
But every time I take another hit 
Send the f*ckin' money to the 003 
Run through hoes in the 613 
All-black G 63 
You cannot take my key 
Y'all bitches ain't my type 
I ain't tryna wife, but your ass, I like 
Niggas know Lovell 'cause that boy got ties 
Yeah, y'all know I'm never gon' die 
Made it halfway, but at least I tried 
Money on my head, but I'm never gon' hide 
Take it off, bitch, let me see 
The pussy pink like Toosie 
You cannot kill me, bwoy 
When I speak, it's murder 
Better start wishin', bwoy 
Just like Timmy Turner 
Leave your ass missin', bwoy 
Throw the f*ckin' burner 
Carried away, bitch, I'm trippin' 
Carried away 'cause I'm sinnin' 
 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene 
I got that Xanax flowin' through my bloodstream 
Bought them opiates to share with the team 
Got that 'Tuss on me and I got the lean 
Molly in the water, dance like Selene

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(You did good, $lick) 
Ah-ah 
(It's a Smash) 
Ah 
 
Back up on the road, all alone, MIA 
Every time I blink, I'm on a different stage 
Every girl I see, can't help but see your face 
So I overmedicate, hoping that- 
Wondering who you'd f*ck if I was gone? 
Show me it's real, baby, f*ck me through the phone 
Stacking missed calls in different time zones 
Sold out shows, but at the end I cry alone 
Here but never there 
It's slowly breaking me to act like I don't care 
Referring to him getting older, and struggling to do things he was able to do before
I'm on in five, and I need help to climb the stairs 
Stretched thin, fueled off pills, and some prayers 
I think I went so f*cking high that I doubt I'll land 
Thoughts of leaving it all behind, but I doubt I can 
Gun to my temple backstage as they scream 
When in the spotlight, things often appear perfect, but the truth beneath the surface is rarely as it seems.
Under the lights, things ain't ever what they seem 
 
Back up on the road, I'm all alone 
I untie the rope, I stop snorting all that dope 
And every time I blink, I'm on a different stage 
An-and every time I blink, I'm all alone 
 
I'm out of hope 
Caught in familiar patterns, repeating the same old struggles
Just another Oddy trope 
I'm familiar with slipping in that downward slope 
Untied the rope 
I stopped snorting all that f*cking dope 
I gotta go 
Tell 'em all I said I'll miss 'em though 
I gotta go, there's a piece of me back on the road 
I left it there just in case I need a backup soul 
My grave's a hole right now, I'll fill it one day, I don't know 
I'll learn to cope and find a way to never self implode 
I know how it goes 
I didn't mean to grow 
It happened all so slow 
I'ma struggle 'til I'm soaked 
Blood, sweat, and tears, I'm overflowed 
Even lost or faded hope can be renewed and transformed into something valuable and meaningful
Rusted hope can be cleaned and made into gold 
 
Thank you, $uicideboy$

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Referring to him getting older, and struggling to do things he was able to do before 




When in the spotlight, things often appear perfect, but the truth beneath the surface is rarely as it seems. 
 




 

Caught in familiar patterns, repeating the same old struggles 














Even lost or faded hope can be renewed and transformed into something valuable and meaningful 
 
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English

(You did good, $lick) 
Ah-ah 
(It's a Smash) 
Ah 
 
Back up on the road, all alone, MIA 
Every time I blink, I'm on a different stage 
Every girl I see, can't help but see your face 
So I overmedicate, hoping that- 
Wondering who you'd f*ck if I was gone? 
Show me it's real, baby, f*ck me through the phone 
Stacking missed calls in different time zones 
Sold out shows, but at the end I cry alone 
Here but never there 
It's slowly breaking me to act like I don't care 
I'm on in five, and I need help to climb the stairs 
Stretched thin, fueled off pills, and some prayers 
I think I went so f*cking high that I doubt I'll land 
Thoughts of leaving it all behind, but I doubt I can 
Gun to my temple backstage as they scream 
Under the lights, things ain't ever what they seem 
 
Back up on the road, I'm all alone 
I untie the rope, I stop snorting all that dope 
And every time I blink, I'm on a different stage 
An-and every time I blink, I'm all alone 
 
I'm out of hope 
Just another Oddy trope 
I'm familiar with slipping in that downward slope 
Untied the rope 
I stopped snorting all that f*cking dope 
I gotta go 
Tell 'em all I said I'll miss 'em though 
I gotta go, there's a piece of me back on the road 
I left it there just in case I need a backup soul 
My grave's a hole right now, I'll fill it one day, I don't know 
I'll learn to cope and find a way to never self implode 
I know how it goes 
I didn't mean to grow 
It happened all so slow 
I'ma struggle 'til I'm soaked 
Blood, sweat, and tears, I'm overflowed 
Rusted hope can be cleaned and made into gold 
 
Thank you, $uicideboy$

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Referring to him getting older, and struggling to do things he was able to do before 




When in the spotlight, things often appear perfect, but the truth beneath the surface is rarely as it seems. 
 




 

Caught in familiar patterns, repeating the same old struggles 














Even lost or faded hope can be renewed and transformed into something valuable and meaningful 
 
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Thy Kingdom Come Info:

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Thy Kingdom Come (stylized in all caps) is the fifth studio album by American hip hop duo Suicideboys. Following their 2024 album New World Depression, it was released on August 1, 2025 via G*59 Records.

Sometime in 2025, Scrim announced on the Suicideboys' Discord server Greycord that a new album would be released before the GreyDay Tour 2025. Lead single "Self-Inflicted" would be released on May 9, along with the album title being confirmed. The track listing was announced on May 22, although the guest appearances were hidden; one of them would be revealed on June 20 when "Now and at the Hour of Our Death", featuring Bones, was released. The album's release date was officially announced on June 28.
-Wikipedia

Performed by: $UICIDEBOY$
Genre(s): Southern hip-hop, horrorcore, trap, R&B, cloud rap
Producer(s): Budd Dwyer
Length: 29:02
Released: August 1st, 2025
Year: 2025

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