Lyrics:
bait (plot)
Surprised, it came out a cake (surprised)
I put kids on the eyes of your bae (hey)
He made it to trial then flaked (flaked)
100K, he get
really on the go
And I've really been rolling
I've been rolling
808 Roland
What you know it
I Suicide every time just to get it right
When I'm feeling high
Surrounded by these girls now but shit just don't feel the same
Ever since you walked out of my life all i feel is pain
All day I wanna put that
tryna get wit me
Keep a 50
Bet this 30 round drum gon make em shimmy
How you hating never met me
How many shots, bitch I got plenty
3 drive bys straight
you, this is proof my own story's a spoof
I'll always be a gypsy or forever be aloof
and if you never get to liking me it's okay too
but you've made it
now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns
That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me
Off
South suicide Queens, all niggas
Gather up all your arms
And get ready for this New World Order
Shit is about to change, motherfucker
I'm Miss
South suicide Queens, all niggas
Gather up all your arms
And get ready for this New World Order
Shit is about to change, motherfucker
I'm Miss
you's a window shopper
At the dealership trying to get a test drive
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody wanna talk
away (yes it is)
Well I've been away forever
Suicide's crossin' my mind
Well I'll never, never get so far behind
I said, the ways of the night are
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
to make some new things
Wait for the new chain
Stay out my lane
Turbo gas no propane
Me get the lit side
I've been waiting
Big K.R.I.T time
Sparta you
block ain't no harder, fake baller
[Napoleon]
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my
get peeled like no onion
And have ya moma cryin
Niggas told me they gon ride
Cant leave da house wit out my 9
Niggas snitchin to cut time
Bodies droppin
We’re Chillin by the poolside
You Know what we’re doing right
It’s a double suicide
To a world for you and I
We’re Chillin by the poolside
You Know
high we ain't never landing
Dripping water on me this shit Atlantic (Yeah yeah)
Suicide doors yeah
Shorty call me when shit going static
Steady going
Still remember what you told me, yeah
It's just you and your mates, nah
Get that shit out my face
I want good people only
Someone that's better for me,
they lookin for me i aint neva hard to find
Got these suicide thoughts got sum murder on my mind
Always posted on the block i aint never stay inside
If u
just to better the days
I never get a hold of this, I throw it away
I never know what to say, I make the same old mistakes
I been playing in traffic
the way
Really can't afford to
Growing up misled was so miseducated
Knew the system told me I would never make it
Running suicides
Trying to make a play I
undies, leave his ass commando
Used to be out countin' stars, but now I'm countin' bands, ho
Got a couple femboys in my crib, it's my trap House,
And we
in my mind straight petrified
I think I need to go to church man I just gotta testify
(Amen, Amen, Amen)
So I can't get Used to it that's just that
He was talking stupid, imma put him on the hitlist
You will never meet another nigga on this shit bitch
Suicide flow, give his ass a wrist slit
I'm not asking you for help no
So don't offer it this shit is my offerin'
If I do not make it out then put this on my coffin yeah
I survived suicide
I
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