Psychedelic $uicide
Only came for the money, the bitches, the dough
I want hunnids, and hunnids, and everybody dough
Candy flip in every zip, clientele like it's nothing
I ain't never been a fool, I ain't never been trusted
Chaos symbols in my head, and my rubies stay blushing
I am, I am
Yes, yes, I am
Young frank lucas
Yes, yes I am, slangin' signs
Yes yes I am, Motorola who that callin'?
I'm a giant, great Goliath
Smoking doja dipped in diamonds
Tipping the essence from here to heroin
Quarter bag on me and half in my dome
Triple 6 rituals all in my home when i summons the demons that cocking my tone
Run now run now the $carecrow fiendin for your soul
Sun down when i run around with the full moon in da midnight glow
Scratching the back of my head it peels open
Blood pouring in my hand i should of noticed the ominous hole
And I'm blowin' my dead body on the floor
Emotion is woven inside my fuckin skull and bones
Skull and bones
Tip toeing through the garden of rose
Scratching on my grave
I'm fucking posing for the flicker of the camera
Most of the time i got stitches in my lap hoe
