[Intro: osquinn]
(How is a motherfucker finna tell me they want to kill themselves, bruh, how you finna state [?] mistakes, I'll see hell and the Devil before I come to that [?], if you don't like what I'm saying bruh, then just kill me then. Be my fucking guest. Fucking kill me, you'll have to do that shit [?]. Like, you know, help save your fucking self. Worry about yourself, don't fucking worry about me, bitch.)

[Verse 1: osquinn]
I'll fucking kill myself before you get the chance to
Gun to my head, I'mma get cancelled
Brought some blade, but these bones make you dance too
I chop your ass up, and turn you into lamb stool
Running from the suicide, I mean I had to
The [?] want me dead, bitch, blurry, I see red
I didn't want it last time, I even went to bed
Because I never sleep, where [?]
I heard you don't like me, so kill me
Rope around my neck, hang from the ceiling
I keep getting weird, and it's [?]
I feel very numb, I lost my feelings

[Break: osquinn]
([?], its not like, the fact that its you that's the problem, its the fact that you act like its everyone else's problem, that's what's pissing me the fuck off, coming at me saying like "oh, [?] i'll fucking kill you" like stop that shit

[Verse 2: osquinn]
If you want me dead, shoot me in my motherfucking head
I'll 10 [?] crowd will start dispensing
N***as will do anything for fame, that's depressing
Punch him in his face, beat his ass, learned his lesson
If you talkin shit, you gon' meet a Smith and Wesson
I can't feel my face, off a Perc, I'm off 7
N***as pose with guns, anything that is threatening
They be slipping up, make a n***a start to question
I'm getting tired of people asking me for shit
Get the fuck off my mind, get off my fucking dick
All these wannabe rappers, this shit make me fucking sick
I cannot take this shit, I cannot take this shit