1
[Ruby Da Cherry]

Reach into my pocket then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled tundras blunted out the fuzz is haunting (woohoohoo)
Paranoia turn my stomach
H-1 hunner rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front
And shirt unbouttoned seat adjusted
One hundred miles per hour bitch I seem accustomed
To life in the fast lane nothing
In the motherfucking gaz tank dumping
Ashes and laughning
Fucking ducking what comes from the governement
Peeling out into the sunset
Eyes so low look like a sunset

[Ruby Da Cherry + $crim]
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
(Away)

[Yung Christ]
Back on my bullshit
Know how to pimp it
Put my foot on the fucking brake
Signed up for a life, became Yung Christ
All I got was a deathwish, illness and a piece of $uicide
Fuck this ego fuck this pride
Easily execution on my side
Homicide homicide
What we used to all the time
We in the Benz off the Benzos our depression clinical
(What)
You hear me?
We in the Benz off the Benzos our depression clinical
Clinical
Clinical

[Ruby Da Cherry + Yung Christ]

Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
Grey 5 9 bitch I signed my life away
(Away)

[Outro]

We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide my end
$uicide, $uicide my end


2

You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son

[Lil Cut Throat]

Meet me by the moon (what)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Chillin' in the cut, got 'bout 20K and a gun (WHAT)
Got a pile of aderal, cigarette butt everyday adds up
Do I look like I give a fuck (nopp)
Everyday of every months (WHAT)
Bloody nights turn bloodier
Death could be right in front of ya
Still would'nt recognize her (hold up)
Got a death list, still got bust out the tek quick
Die bitch, die bitch

You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son

[Ruby Da Cherry]

Aye
You ever had to dig your own grave
Live your life with no name
Backwood full of romane, okay
'96 Benz with a cocaine paint hoe
High until my death
I got a propane tank
Blow gaz sippin' all over the house and in my say so light a fucking match now the tank blow
So glad I stayed home
Someone called the cops from the payphone

Flames all around me man I hope they fucking drown me
Crown made of ashes only way they fucking found me
Forget about me only way you might not feel so lousy
Forget about me on my own head I would have priced the bounty

You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullet from my steel son, steel son

3

[Intro, Bloody Mary]

In New Orlean, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up there, espacially in the graveyards. And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards. As an adult I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards, but as a child it was a regular week-end thing to do. I always needed to know why. Emm.. Sometimes my "whys" got me in trouble

[Laugh]

[Ruby Da Cherry]

And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit

(Aye, you wanna keep goin' or...)
Na, that's it

$uicide I fucking scream it from the roof top
The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne
That shit prolly still in my boombox
But now-a-day a can walk into an establishement and select myself on the fucking juckbox
If I wanted to cop a black countach
Drive that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
Now I think I'm wanted too

[Various talking]

[$crim]

Aye, I still feel like I'm losing aye
Aye, me and Kint still feel like we losing aye
We still feel like we losing aye losing losing...

I'm on the lean, yeah that drink
I'm on them bars, don't wan' think
I'm on a lot a'amphetamine, got no time for sleep
Lost in my tought, I don't know who a friend or who a enemy...

Nerves real' disturbed
Down from head to toe
Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let go
Plenty day I thought this shit was over
Creator of the movement
Creator of the music
Still feel like I'm losing....