Wake up every morning with a fucking death wish
Coffins on my matress, funeral on top of list
Hanging in the gutter eating butter with a bread
Always hanging in the grime, mental crimes when I stare

Lil Cash of the century I always dress in black
Waiting on the time to go bye, now I'm dead
Tell you that I rather had just fucking stayed in bed (fuck)
Since I came out no mistake, I'll make 'em all regret (ugh)

Need no money bunny honey, I dont even care
Got a drip full of sip, drinking it slowly to feel the hit
Lil whiskey for a drink invitе you, would you make it there
Bad sidеbitch, know that I ain't no affair

This that real life drama even Palma couldn't dare
Know that too much fucking losses do some damage to the head
Lighting blunt after blunt, is that real living dead
Ice cold, all froze, wavy road off a doze.. uh..

I call up sicko schizophrenic smartie young John Nash
I'm just rolling on my own, why three shadows by my left
Even though I solve my problems using just a little math (e)
Add it to the morning coffee spill like half and give a laugh

Pull up in a ride ain't maseratti on this bitch
Cheap motherfucker swanging like I give a shit
Gas always filled case I wanna make a trip
To the last real drip, fuck a hoe then I slit throat