through the eyes of the devil

Bitch you claim we the same But you've never sold no dope Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you though Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote bitch Come to my grave the place that I stay Bitch I'm grabbing your throat so you don't run away So look in my eyes and tell me what you see Got that cold white skin with a noose on the tree Got that blunt to my face bitch what can I say Hate my guts but bitch you here to stay Yea my face too cold boy I can't feel a thing Bitch rotting in hell cause hoe I'm the king Eyes too closed boy I can't see the road This a trip you can see put the devil on the phone I'm stuck in the ocean boy tryna stay a float Got too many pills popping Yea They clogging up my throat Yea I'm tryna not to live but I know I can't die I don't wanna see my momma cry Yea Next to her dead sons eyes bitch Next to her dead sons eyes bitch Please lay me down I can't do this no more Wake up tomorrow with my body in a morgue With a knife in my chest and these drugs by bed Hoping I can wake up and not fuck up again But that's easy to say and hard to play When you live like this you pray for a day You can live without pain but there's nothing to gain But bitch bitch bitch Bitch you claim we the same But you've never sold no dope Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you though Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote bitch Bitch you claim we the same But you've never sold no dope Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you though Bitch you claim we the same But I've never seen you tote bitch