[Verse 1: C2D]
Hop up out the dirt, like a zombie (Gravee)
I just stole your bitch, yeah your bitch, she fucking on me
Laughing to the bank, all this money, it stay on me
I see dead people dancing all around me
I just took a pill, yeah yeah, ‘cause I don't like that
I don’t feel like me, no that's not how I really am
I don't like how I look I’m so [?] skeleton
Taking all these pills to numb the pain, I might start [?]
I don't really like how you be acting in front of my friends
I don't want your opinion, shut the fuck up, please don't speak again

[Verse 2: Kaixan]
Shoot you from the hip, I give a fuck about an ADS
Slurring all my words and sippin' potions, I'm not making sense
Why should I survive another night if I just die again?
I feel like I'm Davis, I've had patients, leave ’em bloody red
I act surprised and then I show them where the victim is
I crack a bottle on his head, it mixed with sedatives
I pull up with the fuckin’ gang, we on the pelican
Guessin' what the lesson is, smokin’ all your relatives

[Verse 3: yyuphoria]
Put a bullet in his mouth and shut him up, he is inaudible
Throw his body off a cliff, yeah, I won't miss, he go Geronimo
Feel like Coni off the drank, yeah, I'm a zombie, I'm an animal
I’ma empty out the bank, I'm off an oxy, I'ma let it go
This ain't Minecraft, not shooting like a skeleton
I don't keep no arrows, I hit you with a 17
Yeah, I let it bah, bah, bah, now you heaven sent
Yeah, you is not gravee, just stop, you not getting in
[Verse 4: Coni Miiura]
Hi, Coni
Bitches hear me speak, she get weak, I'm the revenant
I can tell you broke, up that hunnid, why you flexin' then?
He wanna cop a feat, it's been a week, I ain't lettin' him
He said he wanna still work, I said, “Boy get to stretchin' it”
I feel like the god of this shit
I drop 40 on a game, I ain't even frontin'
Why you runnin' from me? Boy, you a dummy
You ain't flexin' up
Just like Mario, I'ma get straight to the stompin'

[Verse 5: Kite]
Gun to the head and it feels like Persona
Laughin' at the bank, pockets filled with Krona
Undead weight, toss me out to the trashcan
[?] tell me if I'm African
One, two, three, four, bought a C4
I don't mind it, I'm gonna try it
Blow up my money as I'm [?] just signed it
Paint the floor red, turn his friend into a sighting

[Verse 6: Jane Remover]
No such thing as guac', you got Sosa
Talkin' to the bag, yeah, I'm talking to the Prada
Money talkin' and it sound just like Lana
Yeah, it's obvious you never even bossed up
You never even made it past the first stage
You always a loser, I'm in first place
Bitch, I got more paper than a bookcase
I'm not even hungry but they said I ate
[Outro]
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