[Intro]
83
Khail got the sauce

[Verse 1]
I gotta ask myself, is this really want I want to do?
Sold my soul for a buck or two
Bring a gun, a few
Everything you ever wanted is in front of you
I-Ion know what it's like to win
Until I really just had to lose
Everybody gotta take a loss
Let me tell you why I hate the cross
Why you rappers gotta fake so hard?
Be the people with the greats and lost it
Always seem to wanna paint the loss
Where the fuck my voice?
Where the fuck my credit? (Yeah)
Had to pick and move drugs just to keep some fetty
She just hit my cellphone, I fuck on her and her bestie
I just wanna die fast, I hope that you get the message
Think about it, depressing
I’m off antidepressants
And I've done some bad things in my life, I regret it
Bi-Bitch I'm smokin’ on gas, that shit anti-semitic
All these bands I'm collecting
All these xans that I'm pressing
There's a lot going on, man this shit can get hectic
Brand new [?] that's gonna send him to heaven
All these rappers talk they shit, but now it's my time to story tell
I remember when we hit your brother with that motherfucking .40 shell
I told myself, "All this shit I never needed to tolerate"
Who the fuck is these goofys?
Where the fuck is they bag?
They wanna be so much like me, you would think I'm they dad
I'm a different fucking person once my hand hit the strap
Now that I’m gettin’ cash of couse she hittin' me back
She don’t fuck with my person
She just like that I rap
I can never show emotion, no one taught me to act
I got some shit building up
I think that I'm 'bouta snap
He lost his fucking mind with a knife in your back
The pain in my head
I feel the pain, I'm almost dead
Do not take me for granted
Or I’ll never come back
[Verse 2]
Love me
Hate me
Can't fuck with you you are under me
I feel
Crazy
I ain't got no one to come for me
Tied up
I'm down bad
Why everyone gotta come for me
Work hard
Off coke
I gotta stay on the upper key
Live fast
Die slow
I'm livin' fast when she touchin' me
Pockets fat
Lots of O's
I'm in the plug then you know it's mee
On God
Let us live
You know that it is big 83
Been waitin'
For minutes
You're not even close to saving me
[Verse 3]
I got some pretty bad tendencies
No one can envy me
Went from a friend to a enemy
I'm poppin' all of these pills, don't know what got into me
I'm losing all of my energy
I'm going back to beginning
I swear I'm gon' get hit
I'm ridin' round town while I'm pushing these digits
When his body get found everybody start itchin'
This money mean nothing I'm just gonna ​spend it
I swear I mean nothing to most of these bitches
And I swear I be fucking on most of these bitches
No I can't let nobody to close to my riches
No I can't live my life like this, I just might fucking end it
I just brought out the chopper and that shit got ended
And since you wanna talk, get the fuck out my business
I should stand around box, with the mad fucking spittin'
No I don't play around, I'm a chef in the kitchen

[Outro]
I think I'm gonna-
I'm gonna-
I'm gonna pop pills 'til I die