Quintin

[Verse / Mez}

I am the one born on Fulton
The one with the Afro that walks down the streets with a legend
Your lyrics are dooky as piss and you can't even aim in the toilet you might as well quit
You tryna aim for your future is just like a white girl that tries not to aim for her wrist
You talk too much crap and you think you have demons
You're barking at me and I will make you sit
Wait I'll make you my dog for the day, only thing left is my square
I don't play, you're strapped in a chair with some needles that's inside your arm
But, oh now you have nothing to say
I sit and dream about snapping your neck, while you slit your wrist about causing her death, recording the love of your life while I have her recording me choking yo while you're in bed
I sit and dream about snapping your neck, while you slit your wrist about causing her death
[12x]

[Ending Verse / Høpe]

Ripping your bones
Gripping the clip on your head
Waiting for the clock to Glock for your dead body to lay
Grave you down to stones, no one will remember you
Lock you into a cave, you will crave to come out
Be my slave, let the wave take you away
From this world, the gray is turning into darkness
I will slay you, you better pray
You may stay down, say no more
I'm done with all of you fakes
Run like a snake, take you to hell
Don't wake up