Fake Pontchartrain (feat. Key Nyata)

Red tears run down my scattered face
Six blunts rolled, laced
Holdin' the pace with fate
Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch
Made a deal with the devil just to get my dick sucked
By six different bitches—watch 'em switch up
Triple six lynches, tie the rope up
Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic
Don't even get no fucking pleasure, whether or not, it's erotic
Into my grave, I left my conscience there between the pistol
And the blade that I had used to end my fucking fate again
I swear

Hades born and raised, I'm chokin' in the smoky blaze
I'm drownin' in the local lake, I make 'em frozen how I flake
Draped in purple velvet cloaks
Ruby stones up in my crown, the Earth will be my fucking throne
Ruby drowned and Pluto was found
Three-headed dog locked up in the pound
But I let them out every once in a while
Gimmie what you got, and I'll put it in a pile
Burn it up, then I smile
Starvin', all I got is stomach bile, number dialed
Nile flooded, puttin' out the fucking fire

Life been getting a little longer
Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya
These niggas lying, girl, they all baloney
Most fake and the rest corny
Call up shorty, kill a nigga for me, yeah
I used her for this bait, get to 4 deep
They'll be wonderin' who's recording
Cause I made it look super sporty
Kill for sport and pop a 40
I don't say shit, cause they know me
I call your bitch, 'cause she wanted to blow me
Got the money, yeah nigga show me
Got the strap and the sawed on me
Got this cash, and it's all on me
If you beefin' nigga, I gotta 40
Then pop pop then you all gone, yeah
Then you all gone, yeah
Call my phone, yeah
$uicide
Thraxxhouse